 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 560 頁
...A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the sighs...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't was hopeless, but... | |
 | 1846 - 436 頁
...little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise ; For I was sunk in silence, — lost In this last loss, of all the most. And then the sighs...hear, — I called, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't was hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished ; I called, and thought I heard a sound,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 頁
...A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the sighs...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't was hopeless, but... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 692 頁
...A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost In this last loss, of all the most; And then the sighs...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less ! I listen'd, but I could not hear ! — I call'd, for I was wild with fear; I call'd, and thought I heard... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 1078 頁
...hope my own to raise, For 1 was sunk in silence — lost In Ihis last loss, of all the most; And (hen the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I lislrn'd, but 1 could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild wilh fear; I knew Ч was hopeless, but... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 848 頁
...hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost In this last loss, of all the most ; And thru To me an 1 lees : I listi'ii'.i, but I could not li'-.чг— I call'd, for I was wild with fear; 1 knew... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1847 - 880 頁
...A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk In silence — lost In listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't was hopeless, but... | |
 | 1856 - 978 頁
...master grew daily w«l and yet — " Not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot ; But the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less ;" and soon the sad angel of death was with him. I know not how it was, but the very day he died, I... | |
 | 1847 - 540 頁
...soothing sounds, appease The raging pain, and lessen the disease. FRANCIS' Horace. 16. And then the sigh, he would suppress, Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less, BYRON'S Prisoner of Chilian. 17. A cheek, whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as... | |
 | 1847 - 526 頁
...soothing sounds, appease The raging pain, and lessen the disease. FRANCIS' Horace. 16. And then the sigh, he would suppress, Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less. BYRON'S Prisoner of Chilian. 17. A cheek, whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as... | |
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... as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray — An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own... 
