 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 306
...others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. 4. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 614
...others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. 4Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 804
...others' woes, it dare not dream its own; That heavy chill has froxen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the...may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; Til but as ivy-leaves... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 406
...others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. 4. Though wit may flash from Uncut lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that... | |
 | 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 426
...; It cannot feel for others' woes, It dare not dream Its own : [tears, That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our And, though the eye may sparkle...may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest : Tis but as ivy leaves... | |
 | 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 428
...plain that, in the words of the poet, "That heuvy chill hod frozen o'er the fountain of hie tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears." On this morning of universal joy — to him a period fraught with the gloomiest recollections, for... | |
 | 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 480
...others' woes, it dare not dream its own : That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the...may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their hopes of former rest ; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1835 - عدد الصفحات: 348
...others' woes, it dare not dream its own; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the...may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves... | |
 | Harp - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 380
...others' woes, it may not dream its own; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And, though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where...may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Though midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; "Tis but as ivy leaves... | |
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The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch again. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears,... 
