 ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond...  Hebrew Melodies of Lord Byron - 31 페이지저자: George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1890 - 45 페이지전체보기 - 도서 정보
 | George Gordon Byron - 1994 - 884 페이지
...dream, And lingeruig pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch 1 as if her step dutnrb'd the dead! Ш. 8=8 8= 68= lees ? And thon — who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet. MY SOUL IS DARK.... | |
 | Bette Roth Young - 1997 - 336 페이지
...with many a dream, And lingering pause, & lightly treadFond wretch! As if her step disturbed the dead. Away! We know that tears are vain, That death nor...to complain? or make one mourner weep the less. And then- who tell'st me to forget Thy looks are wan, thy eyes are wet. Byron Letter ijHdeKG Emma Lazarus... | |
 | James Soderholm - 1996 - 218 페이지
...lightly tread; Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead! 3. Away ; we know that years are in vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress: Will...to complain? Or make one mourner weep the less? And thou—who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet. [CPW 3:294] EH Coleridge suggests... | |
 | Audrey M. Pottinger - 1999 - 112 페이지
...starlings in the skies, whilst you remain on the shore where casually they come again (Frances Cornford) Will this unteach us to complain? Or make one mourner...to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet. (Lord Byron, "Oh! Snatch'd Away in Beauty's Bloom") **** Whenever Richard Cory went down town We people... | |
 | Jude Morgan - 2005 - 554 페이지
...nor heeds nor hears distress: Will this tmteach us to complain? Or make one mourner weep the ¡ess? And thou, who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet. Augusta: the poem is one of her favourites by her brother, and here she is reading it likewise, in... | |
 | Jude Morgan - 2006 - 564 페이지
...lightly tread; Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead! Away! we know that tears are vain, Tliat Death nor heeds nor hears distress: Will this unteach...to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet. Augusta: the poem is one of her favourites by her brother, and here she is reading it likewise, in... | |
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