 | 1883 - 410 pages
...tears, And tho' the eye may sparkle still, 'tis when 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 wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - English poetry - 1883 - 498 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...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 grey beneath.... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - English poetry - 1883 - 326 pages
...'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breai-t, Through midnight hours that 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 grey beneath.... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1884 - 654 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... | |
 | Five minutes daily readings - American poetry - 1884 - 408 pages
...tears, And tho' the eye may sparkle still, 'tis when 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 ; 'Tisbut as ivy leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1885 - 252 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1885 - 668 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 gray beneath. Oh! could I feel... | |
 | English poetry - 1885 - 686 pages
...ivy-leaves around the ruined turret wreath, 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, Or weep as 1 could once have wept, o'er many a vanished scene; As springs in deserts found seem sweet, all brackish... | |
 | German literature - 1902 - 656 pages
...Wie Byron in den 'Stanzas for Music' (Col. III, p. 424) Str. 4 sagt, dass ihm die Freude nur noch sei "as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but 1vorn and grey beneath", so sagt Heine ganz ähnlich in dem Sonett an Rousseau (II, p. 63), dass der... | |
 | Robert Naylor Whiteford - English poetry - 1903 - 464 pages
...tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tb 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 ; 15 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but... | |
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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. 
