 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1843 - 548 pages
...bright, And not a word of murmur — not f /A groan o'er his untimely lot, — . %i-' \ A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For...and less : I listened, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't was hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished... | |
 | Elizabeth Caroline Grey - English fiction - 1843 - 908 pages
...God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing, In any shape, in any mood. * » # » And the sighs he would suppress, Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn grew less and less. NOTWITHSTANDING all the bold resolves which Emma had made, as she ascended the broad staircase, and... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't was hopeless, but... | |
 | 1846 - 436 pages
...the dungeon bright. And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise ; For...hear, — I called, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't was hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished ; I called, and thought I heard a sound,... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - Edinburgh review - 1846 - 692 pages
...dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur ! — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less ! I listen'd, but I could not hear ! — I call'd, for I was wild with fear; I call'd, and thought I heard... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1846 - 540 pages
...the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't was hopeless, but... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 682 pages
...dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur ! — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less ! I listen'd, but I could not hear ! — I eall'd, for I was wild with fear ; I eall'd, and thought I heard... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 848 pages
...the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot,— A little talk feuds the t thru the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness More slowly drawn, grew less an 1... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 1068 pages
...hope my own to raise, For 1 was sunk in silence — lost In Ihis last loss, of all the most; And (hen the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I lislrn'd, but 1 could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild wilh fear; I knew Ч was hopeless, but... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1847 - 880 pages
...the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't was hopeless, but... | |
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Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray. An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, A little talk of better... 
