...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; Tt 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, 'tis where the ice appears. " Though wit may flash from fluent lips,...

...mortal coldness of the soul till 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. " Oh, could I feel as I have felt, or...

...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare : He cannot curb his haughty mood, Nor I forgive a father's blood. 1 Within thy fat though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,...

...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 Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth...

...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 th° eye may sparkle still, 't is where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,...

...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,...

...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,...

...mortal coldness of the love 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 yet, 'tis where the ice appears. "Though wit may flash from fluent lips,...

...mortal coldness of the love like death itself comes down; It caniiot 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 yet, 'tis where the ice appeurs. " Though wit may flash from fluent lips,...

...brought again a gloom over my countenance.' * This is the mental attitude which can enjoy Byron. ' That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears ; And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.' But there were elements in Byron which...