 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
 | England - English poetry - 1860 - 532 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...hours that yield no more their former hope of rest; 'T is but as ivy -leaves around the ruined turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1861 - 734 pages
...of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may Hash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through...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... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1861 - 356 pages
...breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth former hope of rest; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray beneath. As springs in deserts found... | |
 | English poetry - 1863 - 438 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...hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; 'T is but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1866 - 452 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...hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; [wreathe, 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruined turret All green and wildly fresh without, but... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - English poetry - 1866 - 574 pages
...sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth attract the breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more...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. O could I feel... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1866 - 802 pages
...sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract tha breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; 'Tis but as ivy -leases around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1867 - 360 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...rest; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray beneath. As springs in deserts found... | |
 | Sunday readings - 1867 - 232 pages
...heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears; And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...that yield no more their former hope of rest; "Tis hut as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, hut worn and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 938 pages
...o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, Ч is where the ice appears. ve her, master Brook ; m ; 'T is but as Ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but... | |
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