 Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd,...  Childe Harold's pilgrimage, The giaour, The siege of Corinth [and other poems]. - Сторінка 225автори: George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - 488 стор.
...wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill, changeless brow, Where cold obstruction's apathy1 Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it...softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd ! 5 Such is the aspect of this shore : 'T is Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 стор.
...but for that chill changeless brow, Whose touch thrills with mortality, And curdles to the gazer's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads,...tyrant's power, So fair — so calm — so softly sealed The first — last look — by death revealed ! Such is the aspect of this shore — Tis Greece—... | |
 | A. B. Cleveland - 1832 - 496 стор.
...not, wins not, weeps not, now And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it...yet dwells upon; Yes, but for these and these alone, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour So fair, so calm, so... | |
 | Robley Dunglison - 1832 - 572 стор.
...wins not, — weeps not now: And hut for that chill, changeless hrow, Where cold ohstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it...could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon: Yes hut for these and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treach'rous hour, He still might douht the tyrant's... | |
 | Joseph Tinker Buckingham, Edwin Buckingham, Samuel Gridley Howe, John Osborne Sargent, Park Benjamin - 1833 - 550 стор.
...wins not — weeps not now — And but for that chill changeless brow Where cold obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart As if to him it...doubt the tyrant's power, So fair, so calm, so softly sealed The first, last look, by death revealed. We have been told by gentlemen, who have visited Mr.... | |
 | James Hedderwick - 1833 - 232 стор.
...wins not, weeps not, now — And but for that chill, changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it...dreads, yet dwells upon — Yes, but for these and these ajone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 386 стор.
...wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill, changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy (') Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it...softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd ! (2) Such is the aspect of this shore; Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! (3) (1) " Ay, but to... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 260 стор.
...not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it...the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm , so softly sealed , The first, last look by death revealed! Such is the aspect of this shore ; 'Tis Greece, but... | |
 | Harp - 1836 - 380 стор.
...changeless brow, Whose touch thrills with mortality, And curdles to the gazer's heart, As if to him it would impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; — Yes,...seal'd The first— last look— by death reveal'd ! THE SWORD. I.. E. LANDON. 'TWAS the battle-field, and the cold pale moon Look'd down on the dead... | |
 | Author of The young man's own book - 1836 - 336 стор.
...changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it would impart The doom he dreads yet dwells upon; Yes, but...softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd ! Such is the aspect of this shore ; 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more! So coldly sweet, so deadly... | |
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