 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 480 pages
...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...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : listen'd, but I could not hear — caD'd, for I was wild with fear; knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 982 pages
...hope my own to raise, For I was sank in ailence — lost ID Uui last loss, of all the most; And the« the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, . More slowly drawn, grew less and lees : I luten'd, but I could not bear — I all'd, for I was wild with fear; 1 knew 'twas hopeless,... | |
 | 1838 - 870 pages
...almost made the dungeon bright ; And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, * * And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's...feebleness, More slowly drawn — grew less and less! Bj/гал. But a dear object soon called for all the attention of Constance — her sister Rose, whose... | |
 | 1838 - 822 pages
...almost made the dungeon bright ; And not a word uf murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, * * And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn — grew less ami less! Byra Buta dear object soon called for all the attention of Constance — her sister Rose,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 380 pages
...A little talk of hetter 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 feehleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less ; I listen'd, hut I could not hear — I call'd,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 998 pages
...— A little Ulk of better days, A little hope my own to raise. For I was sunk in silence — lost In And things more timid that beheld him near In silence gazed, or whisp ОГ fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : listen'd, but I could not... | |
 | Eliza Robbins - 1842 - 352 pages
...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...with fear; I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread Would riot be thus admonished ; I called, arid thought I heard a sound — I burst my chain wilh one strong... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842 - 866 pages
...A little talk of better days, Л little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost In i epithet, " the broad Hellespont " or the " boundless snpprws Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listcn'd, but I... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1843 - 548 pages
...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...and less : I listened, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't was hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished... | |
 | Elizabeth Caroline Grey - 1843 - 908 pages
...God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing, In any shape, in any mood. * » # » And the sighs he would suppress, Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn grew less and less. NOTWITHSTANDING all the bold resolves which Emma had made, as she ascended the broad staircase, and... | |
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... 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 days, A little hope my own... 
