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 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1866 - 244 ÆäÀÌÁö
...almost 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 N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1867 - 685 ÆäÀÌÁö
...made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little out Almost like a reality— the one To end in madness — both in misery. July, 1816 In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1867
...made 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 I was sunk in silence — lost In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1868
...;— A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, Tor I was sunk in silence — lost 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... | |
 | Edward Clarke Lowe - 1868
...almost 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 nature's feebleness,... | |
 | John T. Watson - 1869 - 506 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 - 720 ÆäÀÌÁö
...made the dungeon bright. And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot 1 A little old? As yet thou hast shown nought dare not gaze on further. Lucifer. On, then, with m In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 789 ÆäÀÌÁö
...made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur, — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little these alone, Some moments, ay, In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1872 - 789 ÆäÀÌÁö
...• A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence, — lost ryant Will ivas wild with fear; I knew 't was hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished ; J called,... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - 1872
...the dungeon bright ; 195 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,...In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the sigbs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I... | |
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