 | Edward Clarke Lowe - 1868 - 186 ページ
...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: I listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless, but... | |
 | John T. Watson - 1869 - 524 ページ
...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 - 770 ページ
...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 : 1 llsten'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 ページ
...A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence, — lost In e, In every season, fresh and fair ; It opens with...everywhere. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humbl : listened, but I could not hear, — called, for I was wild with fear ; knew 'twas ho]>eless, but... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1859 - 468 ページ
...made the dungeon bright. 10. And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness ; I listened, but I could not hear,— I called, for I was wild with fear; I called, and thought I heard a sound,— I burst my chain with one strong bound, And rushed to him.—I... | |
 | 1872 - 900 ページ
...A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence, — lost In nt Will ivas wild with fear; I knew 't was hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished ; J called,... | |
 | John Charles Curtis - 1872 - 168 ページ
...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...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1872 - 776 ページ
...groan o'er his untimely lot,— 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...nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and les» : I listen'd, but I could not hear— I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless,... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - 1872 - 552 ページ
...raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost 200 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 listen'd, but I could not hear — 205 I call'd, for I was wild with fear; I knew 'twas hopeless, but... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - 906 ページ
...A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise. For I was sunk in silence, — lost In s from his little throat : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,...spink ; Never was I afraid of man ; Catch me, cowardly 't was hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished ; I called, and thought 1 heard a sound,... | |
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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... 
