| John Matthews Manly - 1907 - 616 pages
...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, listen'd, but I could not hear — call'd, for I was wild with fear; knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1907 - 1376 pages
...A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost 200 In this last loss, of all the most; And then the sighs...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less: listened, but I could not hear; called, for I was wild with fear; knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1907 - 170 pages
...dungeon bright ; And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er bis untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost 200 In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting Nature's... | |
| John Matthews Manly - 1907 - 654 pages
...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 2oo In this last loss, of all the most: And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness,... | |
| 1908 - 554 pages
...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 my dread... | |
| Edward Chauncey Baldwin, Harry Gilbert Paul - 1908 - 428 pages
...A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost 200 In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the...grew less and less : I listened, but I could not hear ; 205 I called, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished... | |
| Edward Chauncey Baldwin, Harry Gilbert Paul - 1908 - 430 pages
...A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost aoo In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the...he would suppress Of fainting Nature's feebleness, I listened, but I could not hear ; x^ I called, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless, but... | |
| 1910 - 542 pages
...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 't was hopeless, but... | |
| Mary E. Doyle - 1909 - 508 pages
...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 my... | |
| William Stanley Braithwaite - 1909 - 1334 pages
...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 't was hopeless, but... | |
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