 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880
...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,... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1002 pagina’s
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare h 4 though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1881 - 276 pagina’s
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself conies 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,... | |
 | M. Arnold - 1881
...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.) - 1881
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare w not. — Senator though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1881 - 276 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. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1881
...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,... | |
 | Ernest Faulkner Brown - 1881
...the mortal coldness of the soul like death iteelf 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,... | |
 | Five minutes daily readings - 1882 - 391 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...our tears, And tho' the eye may sparkle still, 'tis when the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through... | |
 | Una Crichton (fict.name.) - 1882
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes dow n ; 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. LORD BYRON. ONE of Una's favourite resorts... | |
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Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others... 
