 | David Grant (of Aberdeen) - 1871 - 478 стор.
...weal availed on high, **»&-£ Mine will not all be lost in air, l>ut waft ihy name beyond the sky. When wrung from guilt's expiring eye, Are in that...Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that shall not sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel... | |
 | 1871 - 784 стор.
...others' weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'T were vain to speak, to weep, to sigh ; Oh ! more than tears...expiring eye, Are in that word. — Farewell ! Farewell ! Now you wonder whether he, who became your father, had not his hand in " My Mother's Album," before... | |
 | William Motherwell - 1872 - 556 стор.
...others weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh : Oh ! more than tears...that word — Farewell !— Farewell ! These lips are nrnte, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast, and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The... | |
 | 1872 - 900 стор.
...other's weal availed on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'T were X / I These lips are mute, these eyes are dry : But in my breast and in my brain Awake the pangs that pass... | |
 | 1872 - 710 стор.
...other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'Twcre ts oil Children of wealth or want, to each is given...of green, and all the blue of heaven ! Enongh, if Arc in that word — farewell! — farewell! These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1872 - 776 стор.
...other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky, 'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh : Oh ! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrang from guilt's expiring eye, Are in that word—Farewell !—Farewell ! These lips are mute, these... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 стор.
...other's weal availed on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'T were 880 arc dry : But in my breast and in my brain Awake the ]>angs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er... | |
 | John C. Langston - 1880 - 204 стор.
...my veins, That almost freezes np the heat of life. — SHAKESPEARK. 'Twere vain to weep, to speak, to sigh ; Oh ! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from Guilt's expiring eye, Are in the word, farewell — farewell ! — BYRON. Well— peace to thy heart, though another's it be, And... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1880 - 630 стор.
...weal avail'd on high, 1 Mine will not all he lost in air, f But waft thy name heyond the sky. 'Twere 880 hlood can tell, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye, Are in th^t word — Farewell !— Farewell I... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1881 - 800 стор.
...other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. Twcre n N." George Gordon N. Byron ' Fires, such as gentle...Turks,* Would rob poor Faith to decorate ' good works. lhat ne'er shall sleep again. MY soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there... | |
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These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. 
