 | Charles Mackay - 1896 - 680 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 fl.-cnt lips,... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - 1896 - 794 pagina’s
...soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own j ways; 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,... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1897 - 666 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 fl.-ent lips,... | |
 | William Ernest Henley - 1897 - 522 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 Byron Baron Byron - 1898 - 112 pagina’s
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; 10 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,... | |
 | 1899 - 788 pagina’s
...coldness of the soul like death itself comes down; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. IV. Though wit may flash from fluent... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1901 - 1080 pagina’s
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare EP. BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,... | |
 | Frederic Lawrence Knowles - 1901 - 494 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,... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1901 - 286 pagina’s
...soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; 10 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,... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1902 - 394 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... 
