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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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The Poetry and Poets of Britain: From Chaucer to Tennyson ; with ...

Daniel Scrymgeour - English poetry - 1850 - 544 pages
...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...yield no more their 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...
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The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Volume 7

William Shakespeare - 1851
...o'er the fountain of oar 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 wnstth, All green and wildly fresh without, but...
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The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Volume 2

William Shakespeare - 1851
...is where the ice appears. " Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the brt-ast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest; 'T is but a* ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath. All ;;K en and wildly fresh without, but worn...
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Lyra Hellenica: or, Translations of passages from British poets into various ...

Edward Rupert Humphreys - 1852
...o'er the fountains 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...hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; "THEKE 'S NOT A JOY THE WORLD CAN GIVE." TRANSLATED INTO LATIN ALCAICS. AUFERT iniqmmi gaudia tempus,...
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The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere ...

William Shakespeare - 1851
...lips.and mi the breast. Through midnight hours that yield no more their forme hope of rest ; 'T is but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and guy beneath. • Oh ! could I feel as I have felt,— or be what I b been,— Or weep, as I could...
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Woodreve manor

Anna Hanson Dorsey - 1853
...a mask of enjoyment; but she remembered the stanza of a lyre he had once quoted:— "Though wit nmy flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast,...Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hopes of rest, 'Tis but as ivy leaves around the ruined turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh...
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Poets of England and America: Being Selections from the Best Authors of Both ...

Poets, American - 1853 - 472 pages
...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 the breast, Through midn igh t hours that yield no more then- former hope of rest ; 'T is but as ivy-leaves around the...
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Selections from the writings of lord Byron, by a clergyman [W. Elwin].

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854
...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. DARKNESS. 169 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 poetical works of lord Byron, Page 10, Volume 2

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1855
...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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Poems

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859
...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...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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