 | 1856 - Страниц: 978
...master grew daily w«l and yet — " Not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot ; But the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less ;" and soon the sad angel of death was with him. I know not how it was, but the very day he died, I... | |
 | 1847 - Страниц: 526
...soothing sounds, appease The raging pain, and lessen the disease. FRANCIS' Horace. 16. And then the sigh, he would suppress, Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less. BYRON'S Prisoner of Chilian. 17. A cheek, whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as... | |
 | 1847 - Страниц: 540
...soothing sounds, appease The raging pain, and lessen the disease. FRANCIS' Horace. 16. And then the sigh, he would suppress, Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less, BYRON'S Prisoner of Chilian. 17. A cheek, whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1848 - Страниц: 320
...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...he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, I listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless, but... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders, Joshua Chase Sanders - 1848 - Страниц: 468
...the dungeon bright. 10. And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness ; — I listened, but I could not hear, — I called, for I was wild with fear ; — I called, and thought I heard a sound, — I burst my chain with one strong bound, And rushed to him.... | |
 | 1854 - 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,... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1854 - Страниц: 332
...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 'twas hopeless, but... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - Страниц: 1104
...bright, 184 186 And not a word of murmur — not Л groan o'er his untimely lot,— Л little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For...nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and lees : I Usten'd, but I could not heai — I call'd, for I was wild with fear : I knew 'twas hopeless,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - Страниц: 1126
...of murmur— not Л groan o'er his untimely lot,— A little talk of better days, A little hope ray ld listen'd, but I could not hear— I call'd, for I was wild with fear : I knew 'twas hopeless, bnt my... | |
 | Book - 1854 - Страниц: 496
...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...this last loss, of all the most ; And then the sighs be would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listen'd,... | |
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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... 
