 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.  The woman of genius [by mrs. Ross]. - Page 197by mrs. Ross - 1821Full view - About this book
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...frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their hopes of former rest ; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruined turret wreath, All green and wildly... | |
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...frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...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 wept, o'er... | |
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...o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 't is where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...hours that yield no more their, former hope of rest ; . 'T is but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but... | |
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