 | 1883 - 410 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... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - 686 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,... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 326 pagina’s
...mortal coldness of the soul till 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,... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - 734 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,... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 498 pagina’s
...mortal coldness of the soul till 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,... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1883 - 562 pagina’s
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare nut 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 - 1884 - 408 pagina’s
...o'er the fountain of our tears, And tho' the eye may sparkle still, 'tis when the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...hours, that yield no more their former hope of rest ; 'Tisbut as ivy leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1884 - 654 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,... | |
 | 1885 - 668 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.) - 1885 - 252 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,... | |
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Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others... 
