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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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The Complete Poetical Works of Lord Byron

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1907 - 1314 pages
...And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent Byr ? 2 ruined turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath. Oh, could I feel...
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Selections from Byron: The Prisoner of Chillon, Mazeppa, and Other Poems

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1907 - 101 pages
...though the eye may sparkle still, 't is where the ice appears. IV 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 ruined turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but...
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Palgrave's Golden Treasury

1908 - 551 pages
...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...; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray beneath. O could I feel as I have felt,...
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The Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics, with Notes

Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1908 - 437 pages
...And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. 5 Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight...rest; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray beneath. Oh could I feel as I have felt,...
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Other Days: Being Chronicles and Memories of the Stage

William Winter - Actors - 1908 - 375 pages
...than when applied to the experience of that Yorick of the stage : 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 ruined turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without but worn and gray beneath....
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The Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics, with Notes

Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1908 - 437 pages
...ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe,. All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray beneath. Oh could I feel as I have felt, or be what I have been, 10 Or weep as I could once have wept o'er many a vanish'd scene, — As springs in deserts found seem...
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The Book of Georgian Verse

William Stanley Braithwaite - English poetry - 1909 - 1313 pages
...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...and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray beneath. Oh could I feel as I have felt, — or be what I have been, Or weep as I could once have wept, o'er...
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Narrative and Lyric Poems: For Students

Samuel Swayze Seward - English poetry - 1909 - 512 pages
...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...rest; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray beneath. Oh could I feel as I have felt,...
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The Harvard Classics, Volume 41, Page 2

Literature - 1910
...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...rest; Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray beneath. O could I feel as I have felt,...
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The Pageant of English Poetry

Robert Maynard Leonard - English poetry - 1909 - 606 pages
...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...former hope of rest ; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruined turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath. O could I feel...
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