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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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British Poets of the Nineteenth Century: Selections from Wordsworth ...

Curtis Hidden Page - English poetry - 1904 - 923 pages
...And though the eye may sparkle still, 't is where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent h B.P B. 8 B. 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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The girl's own reciter, ed. by C. Peters

Charles Peters - 1904
...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 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 many...
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The Complete Poetical Works

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1905 - 1055 pages
...And though the eye may sparkle still, 't is where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent sted, Xor wore them in your heart of hearts, as I T ia but as ivy-leaves around the roin'd turret wreath, All gre.en and wildly fresh without, but worn...
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The Complete Poetical Works of Lord Byron

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1905 - 1055 pages
...And though the eye may sparkle still, ' t is where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent ll to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. T IB but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn...
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The Complete Poetical Works of Lord Byron

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1905 - 1055 pages
...And though the eye may sparkle still, 't is where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent ds of men Breaks never to unite again, That led them...adore Those Pagod things of sabre sway, With fron T is but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn...
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The Essays, Or Counsels, Civil and Moral of Francis Bacon, Lord Verulam ...

Francis Bacon - 1905 - 318 pages
...when I Shined in my Angel-infancy 1 " Thomas Hood's I He-member : — Byron's Youth and Age : — , " Oh, could I feel as I have felt, or be what I have been! " and Wordsworth's Ode on Intimations of Immortality : — " Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...
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Elementary English Composition for High Schools and Academies

Frederick Henry Sykes - English language - 1905 - 328 pages
...called Alexandrine. vn. Seven feet to the line, septenar'ius or sep'tenary (Lat. septem, seven). O could I feel as I have felt, or be what I have been, 7 (x /). vin. Eight feet to the line, or octonarius or octonary (Lat. octo, eight). Long he pondered...
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The Complete Poetical Works of Lord Byron

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1905 - 1055 pages
...And though the eye may sparkle still, 't is where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent recital of the rest, Since I became the Cossack's guest. Phey found me sensele die. " I ' is but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without,...
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The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, Volume 2

Alfred Henry Miles - English poetry - 1905 - 595 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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Temple Bar, Volume 9

...some brief verses that breathed a lament for the lost freshness, the never-to-be-recovered youth. " Oh, could I feel as I have felt ; or be what I have been ; Or weep as I could once have wept !" cried the poet, when he complained of that " mortal coldness of the soul," which is " like death...
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