 | Jane Vaughan Pinkney - 1848 - 354 pagina’s
...we must leave the Lennoxes, and turn to pursue the thread of our story at home. CHAPTER II. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more theirformer hope of rest; 'Tis but as ivy leaves around the ruined turret wreath, All green and wildly... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1848 - 428 pagina’s
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. 30 Though wit may flash from fluent lips,... | |
 | Alfred Jackson, Effingham Wilson - 1849 - 222 pagina’s
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself conies down ; It cannot feel for other's woes — it dare not dream its own; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of his tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 't is where the ice appears." He goes through the... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1850 - 596 pagina’s
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes do-.in ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 622 pagina’s
...fountain of oar tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 't is where the ice appears. " Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; 'T is but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wnstth, All green and wildly fresh without, but... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 620 pagina’s
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 't is where the ice appears. " Though wit may flash from fluent lips,... | |
 | Edward Rupert Humphreys - 1852 - 190 pagina’s
...the fountains of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; "THEKE 'S NOT A JOY THE WORLD CAN GIVE." TRANSLATED INTO LATIN ALCAICS. AUFERT iniqmmi gaudia tempus,... | |
 | 644 pagina’s
...mortal coldness of the soul, like death itself coma ; dowu, It cannot feel for others' woes, it dares not dream its own; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of oar team. And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ire appears." Byrm. WE have said that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 616 pagina’s
...mortal coldness of the soul like death it*lf comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of ow tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 't is where the k* appears. • Though wit may flash... | |
 | Anna Hanson Dorsey - 1853 - 424 pagina’s
...a mask of enjoyment; but she remembered the stanza of a lyre he had once quoted:— "Though wit nmy flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast,...Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hopes of rest, 'Tis but as ivy leaves around the ruined turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh... | |
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Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others... 
