 | 1854 - 456 стор.
...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...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listened, but I could not hear, — I called, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't was hopeless,... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1854 - 332 стор.
...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...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,... | |
 | Book - 1854 - 496 стор.
...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...this last loss, of all the most ; And then the sighs be would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listen'd,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1104 стор.
...the dungeon bright, 184 186 And not a word of murmur — not Л groan o'er his untimely lot,— Л little talk of better days, A little hope my own to...nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and lees : I Usten'd, but I could not heai — I call'd, for I was wild with fear : I knew 'twas hopeless,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 стор.
...of murmur— not Л groan o'er his untimely lot,— A little talk of better days, A little hope ray own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost In...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, bnt... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - 320 стор.
...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...talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 стор.
...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...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listened, but I could not hear, — I called, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 5t was hopeless,... | |
 | 1855 - 458 стор.
...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...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listened, but I could not hear, • — I called, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't was hopeless,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1856 - 833 стор.
...little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence—lost In this ^ast loss, of all the most; And then the sighs he would...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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 стор.
...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...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... | |
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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... 
