 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859 - 614 стор.
...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859 - 586 стор.
...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... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 120 стор.
...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 914 стор.
...not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to rabe, For I was sunk in silence — lost In this last loss,...nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and lest : I listen'd, but I could not hear ; I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; Г knew 't was hopeless,... | |
 | John Daniel Morell - 1860 - 274 стор.
...A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, 200 For I was sunk in silence — lost In this last loss, of all the most ; 175. On the stalk.— Resuming the picture 186 He faded.— See note on 175. There of tbeflouxr,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1861 - 734 стор.
...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... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1861 - 128 стор.
...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 — 1 call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless, but... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1861 - 1154 стор.
...o'er his untimely lot,— A little talk of better days, A little hope ray own to raise, For I was mink in silence — lost In this last loss, of all the...Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grow less and less : 1 listen'd, but I could not hear— t eall'd, for I was wild with fear: t knew... | |
 | James Fleming - 1863 - 404 стор.
...dungoon 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...this last loss, of all the most : And then the sighs ho would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew loss and less : I listened,... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 стор.
...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 called, — for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless,... | |
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Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints 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... 
