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" Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. "
Manfred. Hebrew melodies. Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Monody on the death of ... - Page 191
by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1828
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December Tales

William Harrison Ainsworth - 1823 - 231 pages
...the spring of the gentle affections flows no longer : apathy and despair are all that I can expect. Oh ! could I feel as I have felt, or be what I have been, Orweep as I could once have wept o'er many a vanish'd scene ; As springs, in deserts found, seem sweet,...
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The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Volume 6

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824
...Mr. Power, Strand, who has puhlished them, witB very heautiful music hy Sir John Stevenson. 'Tis hut as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, hut worn and gray heneath. 5. Oh could I feel as I have felt— or he what I have heen, Or weep as...
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The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice ..., Volume 7

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825
...ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, Allgreen and wildly fresh without, butwornandgray beneath. Oh could I feel as I have felt, — or be what I have been, Or weepas I could once have wept, o'er many a vauish'd scene : As springs in deserts found seem sweet,...
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The Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One Volume

George Gordon NoŽl Byron - 1826 - 776 pages
...And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent 1 ; Til but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn...
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Jones's Cabinet Edition of British Poets, Volume 2

1831
...And, though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight...yield no more their former hope of rest : Tis but as ivy leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn ana gray beneath....
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The Universal Songster, Or, Museum of Mirth: Forming the Most Complete ...

Ballads, English - 1834
...And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their hopes of former rest ; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruined turret wreath, All green and wildly...
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The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His ..., Volume 10

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1835
...And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight...wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath. Oh could I feel as I have felt, — or be what I have been, Or weep as I could once have...
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Miscellanies: Occasional pieces, 1807-1824

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1837
...And though the eye may sparkle still, 't is where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight...hours that yield no more their, former hope of rest ; . 'T is but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but...
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The harp of the wilderness; or, Flowers of modern fugitive poetry

Harp - 1836
...where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Though midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; "Tis but as ivy leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath....
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Selections from the British Poets, Volume 2

English poetry - 1840
...[ice appears. And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight...former hope of rest ; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the rnin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray beneath. Oh could I feel...
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