 | Hendrik Poutsma - 1914 - Страниц: 730
...| Swear. Haml., I, 5, 180. The sense of death is most in apprehension. Meas. for Meas., Ill, I, 78. For I was sunk in silence — lost | In this last loss , of all the mosf. BYRON , Prls. of Chil., VIII. ii. Boys and women are for the most part cattle of this colour.... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - Страниц: 956
...the dungeon bright; And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk 2 ко In this last loss, of all the most; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - Страниц: 828
...bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely Jot! A little talk of better days, ugh, Each sling lhat bids nor sit nor stand but go...hold cheap the strain ; Learn, nor account the pan listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear; I knew 'twas hopeless, but my... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - Страниц: 530
...the dungeon bright, 195 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 too In this last loss, of all the most: And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness,... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - Страниц: 806
...the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot ! A little talk bier, And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell. 206 He rush'd into the fi 200 In this last loss, of all the most : And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's... | |
 | 1916 - Страниц: 792
...That almost made the dungeo And not a word of murmur — A groan o'er his untimely lot ! A little talk s us is trial, and trial is by what :is contrary. That virtue there — lo It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard ; And mine was thankful,... | |
 | George E. Teter - 1918 - Страниц: 456
...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 —... | |
 | Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike - 1918 - Страниц: 424
...And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, i5 A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence...he would suppress Of fainting Nature's feebleness, 20 More slowly drawn, grew less and less: I listened, but I could not hear; I called, for I was wild... | |
 | Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike - 1918 - Страниц: 424
...And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, 15' A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence...he would suppress Of fainting Nature's feebleness, 20 More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listened, but I could not hear ; I called, for I was wild... | |
 | Vida Dutton Scudder - 1919 - Страниц: 572
...A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, 200 For I was sunk in silence — lost In this last loss,...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less: 205 I listened, but I could not hear — I called, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't was hopeless,... | |
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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... 
