 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1866 - 802 oldal
...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 - 1866 - 320 oldal
...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 In this last loss, of all the most; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1867 - 460 oldal
...the dungeon bright, Aad 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 N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1867 - 740 oldal
...the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk Almost like a reality— the one To end in madness — both in misery. July, 1816. lees and less : 1 listen'd, but I could not hear ; I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew Ч was... | |
 | Edward Clarke Lowe - 1868 - 186 oldal
...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...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 N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1868 - 666 oldal
...A groan o'er his untimely lot ;— A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, Tor ng had a demon? Lwiftr. He but woke one In listen'd, but I could not hear ; I caU'd, for I was wild with fear : I knew 'twas hopeless, but my... | |
 | John T. Watson - 1869 - 524 oldal
...soothing sounds, appease The raging pain, and lessen the disease. FRANCIS' Horace And then the sigh, he would suppress, Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less. BYRON'S Prisoner of Chilian. A cheek, whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1870 - 770 oldal
...the dungeon bright. And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot 1 A little talk As yet thou hast shown nought dare not gaze on further. Lucifer. On, then, with mi-. an L] CAIff. Cain. : 1 llsten'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 oldal
...dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur, — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk e alone, Some moments, ay, : listened, but I could not hear, — called, for I was wild with fear ; knew 'twas ho]>eless, but... | |
 | Isabel Moore - 1906 - 360 oldal
...almost made the dungeon bright. 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.... | |
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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... 
