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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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English grammar for elementary schools

English grammar - English language - 1877 - 96 pages
...all the world I love the most. Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly. 0 could I feel as I have felt, or be what I have been ! It was natural that a man who was daily seen at the palace, and who was known to have free access...
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Macmillan's Reading Books

Readers - 1878
...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 grey beneath. Oh could I feel as I have felt,—or...
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Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson

Samuel Austin Allibone - Quotations, English - 1878 - 772 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. O could I feel as I have felt,...
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Das italienische Volk im Spiegel seiner Volkslieder

Otto Badke - Folk songs, Italian - 1879 - 227 pages
...ewigen Hinund Herflattern im Genuss das Herz erkaltet und keine wahre Gluth mehr hegt noch hegen kann. 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath,...and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray beneath. Oh! could I feel as I have feit, or be what I have been, Or weep, as I could once have wept, o'er many...
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Das italienische Volk im Spiegel seiner Volkslieder

Otto Badke - Folk songs, Italian - 1879 - 227 pages
...HinHerflattern im Genuss das Herz erkaltet und keine wahre Gluth mehr hegt noch hegen kann. 'Tis but ńs ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but wom and gray beneath. Oh! could I feel ńs I have feit, or be what I have been, Or weep, ńs I could...
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Wordsworth to Dobell

Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1880
...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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The English Poets: Wordsworth to Dobell

Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1880
...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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Gems of national poetry. Compiled and ed. by mrs. Valentine

Laura Valentine - 1880
...wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that yielr! nj 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 grey beneath. Oh ! could I feel...
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Poetry of Byron

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - English poetry - 1881 - 276 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...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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Poetry of Byron, chosen by M. Arnold

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1881
...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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