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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 Works of Lord Byron: With an Introduction and Bibliography

George Gordon Byron - Poetry - 1994 - 860 pages
...distract the breast, Through midnight boors that yield no more their former hope of rest ; "Fis bat 9= bnt worn and grey beneath. Oh coold I feel as I have felt, — or be what I have been, Or weep as I...
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Numbers in the Bible: God's Design in Biblical Numerology

Robert Johnston - Religion - 112 pages
...embedded in the human heart. Byron portrays it in these lines: "Though wit may flash from fluent lip, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours...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!" Contrast this...
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The Discovery of Poetry: A Field Guide to Reading and Writing Poems

Frances Mayes - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2001 - 494 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 wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath. Oh could I feel...
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Living Forms: Romantics and the Monumental Figure

Bruce Haley - Literary Criticism - 2003 - 307 pages
...soul," wishing he could "weep as I could once have wept, o'er many a vanished scene," his words are "but as ivyleaves around the ruin'd turret wreath,/ All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath." Mourner and mourned, he becomes his own monument. FIGURE 9. Richard Westmacott. Monument...
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