| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - Страниц: 320
...not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's...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: 1126
...hope тот own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost In thii lait loss, of all the most ; Aid then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and leu : I Usten'd, trat I could not hear — I eall'd, for I was wild with fear : I knew 'twas hopeless,... | |
| Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - Страниц: 452
...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 5t was hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished ; I called, and thought I heard a sound,-—... | |
| 1855 - Страниц: 458
...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 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,... | |
| David Charles Bell - 1856 - Страниц: 466
...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 wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless, but niy dread would not be thus admonished ; I called, and thought I heard a sound. I burst my chain with... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1856 - Страниц: 833
...little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence—lost In this ^ast loss, of all the most; And then the sighs he would...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 my... | |
| Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - Страниц: 436
...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,...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 my... | |
| Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - Страниц: 426
...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,...this last loss, of all the most; And then the sighs ho would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listen'd,... | |
| Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - Страниц: 644
...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,...he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, 117 More slowly drawn, grew less and less: I listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was... | |
| Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - Страниц: 642
...feebleness, 117 BYRON. 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 my dread Would not be thus admonished ; 1 call'd, and thought I heard a sound — I burst my chain with one strong bound. And rush'd to him... | |
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