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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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Comedies

William Shakespeare - 1867
...sparkle still, 't is where the Ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth diitract the breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; 'Tis but as ivy- leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey...
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The poetical works of lord Byron, complete. (Pearl ed.).

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1867 - 685 pages
...o'er the fountain of our tears, [the ice appears. And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where Into a room still nobler than the last; [former hope of rest; Through midnight hours that yield no more their T is but as ivy-leaves around...
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Class-book of English Poetry from Chaucer to Tennyson

Daniel Scrymgeour - 1870 - 597 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; 1 Childt is an old word applied to knights ; the archaism is intended to be in accordance with the...
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The Marlburian

Marlborough coll - 1870
...the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still 'tis where the ice appears. Thongh wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; 'Tie bnt as ivy leaves around the rnin'd turret wreathe All green and wildly fresh without, but worn...
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The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: Reprinted from the Original Editions, with ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - Fore-edge painting - 1870 - 720 pages
...frozen o'er the fountain of our tears. And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. # moro their former hope of rest ; Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and...
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The garland of poetry and prose by celebrated authors

Garland - Poetry - 1872 - 160 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...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 Byron Baron Byron - 1872
...o'er the fountain of our tears, A nd though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hopo of rest ; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without,...
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Songs

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1872
...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 trieir former hope of rest ; Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath All green and wildly...
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The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Volume 4, Part 2

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1873
...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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Encyclopaedia of English & American Poetry from Caedmon & King Alfred's ...

Samuel Orchart Beeton - American poetry - 1873
...frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. s, convulsed with agonising throes, The bleeding bull beneath the mnrd'rer's blows. — reat ; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe, AU green and wildly fresh without,...
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