 | 1853 - 472 pagina’s
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for other's 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,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854
...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. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1855
...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. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859
...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. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859 - 576 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 appearsThough wit may flash from fluent lips,... | |
 | Leitch Ritchie - 1859
...the weakness of age, the "mortal coldness of the soul" comes down over our manhood like death : — " That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ica appears ! " Weeping is not only first and last,... | |
 | England - 1860 - 472 pagina’s
...fountain of our 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 ruined turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 332 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. distract the breast, Through midnight... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1861
...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. Though wit may Hash from fluent lips,... | |
 | 1863 - 405 pagina’s
...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, and mirth distract...hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; 'T is but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but... | |
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Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others... 
