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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. "
The woman of genius [by mrs. Ross]. - Page 197
by mrs. Ross - 1821
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Selections from the British Poets, Volume 2

English poetry - 1840
...o'er the fountain of our tears, [ice appears. And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...former hope of rest ; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the rnin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray beneath. Oh could I feel...
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Selections from the British Poets, Volume 2

Fitz-Greene Halleck - English poetry - 1840
...o'er the fountain of our tears, [ice appears. And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...yield no more their former hope of rest ; 'Tis but aa ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray...
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Selections from the British Poets: From Beattie to Campbell

English poetry - 1843
...o'er the fountain of our tears, [ice appears. And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...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...
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The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1843
...'t is where the ice appears. [breast. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the Through midnight 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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Anthologia Oxoniensis, decerpsit G. Linwood

Anthologia Oxoniensis - 1846
...OVSpO)' roivSs Kpvos vacrfMV snrfzv r, sl о-ri\si \ecl>apov, S' air/г) Karsyкrоs OfMUS. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...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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Anthologia oxoniensis

William Linwood - College verse - 1846 - 306 pages
...vafffMiv STTIJ^SV Sa/cpvwv, war, sl ar'iXsi \e<f>apov, rpa S' airyrj катеукто? o/u,a>s. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...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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Anthologia oxoniensis

William Linwood - College verse - 1846 - 306 pages
...STT^SV Baкpxuv, ангr, ei o-ri\ei \scfiapov, S' airfrj KareyKTos OfMS. Though wit may nosh from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through...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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Anthologia oxoniensis

William Linwood - College verse - 1846 - 306 pages
...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. 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 Select Poetical Works

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1848 - 406 pages
...o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. 30 Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...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....
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Lady Granard's nieces [by J.V. Pinkney].

Jane Vaughan Pinkney - 1848
...And there we must leave the Lennoxes, and turn to pursue the thread of our story at home. CHAPTER II. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more theirformer hope of rest; 'Tis but as ivy leaves around the ruined turret wreath, All green and wildly...
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