 Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed,...  The Quarterly Review - Pagina 3321813Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1812 - 576 pagina’s
...yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not — wins- not — weeps not — now — And but for that chill changeless brow, Whose touch thrills with mortality, And curdles to the gazer's heart, As if to him it could impart... | |
 | 1813 - 1102 pagina’s
...for that sad shrouded ey«j V«L. x. NO. xx. T ' That That fires not—wins not—weeps not—now— And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold...could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon—- Yes—but for these and these alone, Some moments—aye—one treacherous hour, He still might doubt... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1813 - 90 pagina’s
...tender traits that streak \ The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not — wins not — weeps not — now — ' And but for that chill changeless brow, SO Where cold Obstruction's apathy* Appals the gazing mourner's heart, AS if to him it could impart... | |
 | 1813 - 580 pagina’s
...yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not — wins not — weeps not — now — And but for that chill, changeless brow, Whose touch thrills with mortality, And curdles to the gazer's heart, The doom he dreads, yet dwells... | |
 | 1813 - 550 pagina’s
...yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not- — wins not — weeps not — now — And but for that chill changeless brow, Whose touch thrills with mortality, And curdles to the gazer's heart, As if to him it could impart... | |
 | 1813 - 552 pagina’s
...yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not — wins not — weeps not — now— And but for that chill changeless brow, "Whose touch thrills with mortality, And curdles to the gazer's heart, As if to him it could impart... | |
 | 1813 - 566 pagina’s
...but for that chill changeless brow, Whose touch thrills with mortality, And curdles to the gazer's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon-»Yes — but for these and these alone, Some moments — aye — one treacherous hour, He still... | |
 | 1813 - 716 pagina’s
...traits that streak The langour of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fire» not — wins not — weeps not — now — And but for that chill changeless brow, Whose touch thrills with mortality And curdles to the gazer's heart, As if to him it could impart The... | |
 | Isaac Bailey - 1814 - 826 pagina’s
...yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid check, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not — wins not — weeps not— now—- And but for that chill changeless brow, Whose touch thrills with mortality, And curdles to the gazer's heart* As if to him it could impart... | |
 | 1814 - 680 pagina’s
...but for that chill changeless brow, Whose touch thrills with mortality, And curdles to the gazer's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads...Yes — but for these and these alone, Some moments — aye-*-one treacherous hour> He still might doubt the tyrant's power, So fair — so calm— so... | |
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