 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...  The Works of Lord Byron - Էջ 472George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1843Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | 1817 - 628 էջ
...almost made 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...less and less : I listened, but I could not hear— I called, for I was wild with fear; I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1815 - 324 էջ
...made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot,— A li ttle talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost 200 In this last loss, of all the most; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness,... | |
 | 1816 - 572 էջ
...almost made 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...and less : I listened, but I could not hear — I called, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished;... | |
 | Tobias Smollett - 1816 - 674 էջ
...dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not % • A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little t«lk of better days, '. A little hope my own to raise,...less and less: I listened, but I could not hear — I called, for I was wild with fear; I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1816 - 88 էջ
...almost made 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 I, was sunk in silence — lost 200 In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's... | |
 | 1816 - 692 էջ
...lot,— A little hope m\ own to raise, A little talk of better days, For I was sunk in silence—lost In this last loss of all the most; And then the sighs...he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, I listened, but I could not hear— More slowly drawn, grew less and leas: I called, for I was wild... | |
 | 1817 - 506 էջ
...days, A little hope, my own to raise, 150 For I HI- sunk in silence — lost 30 In this last lost, of all the most ; And then the sighs he would suppress...nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and les : I listened, but I could not hear — I called, for I was wild with fear : 1 knew 'twas hopeless,... | |
 | 1818 - 384 էջ
...almost made 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...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : 1 listened, but I could not hear — I called, for 1 was wild with fear; 1 knew 'twas hopeless, but... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 210 էջ
...almost made 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 I was sunk in silence — lost 200 In this last loss, of all the most , And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1818 - 216 էջ
...almost made 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 I was sunk in silence — lost 200 la this last loss, of all the most ; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's... | |
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