 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
 | Ursula (pseud.) - 1874 - 354 pages
...night has come, " And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears: Though wit may flow from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast Through...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 CHAPTER... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - Quotations, English - 1875 - 794 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. O could I feel as I have felt,... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1875 - 356 pages
...the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. TKough 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... | |
 | Robert Aitkin Bertram - 1877 - 766 pages
...frozen o'er the fountain of ou tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. nake, prevent. — Builf. When men of infamy to grandeur...They light a torch to show their shame the more. rv.inM turret wrrr': •. All green and wildly fresh without, but worn ¿: a grey beneath. О could... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - Quotations, English - 1878 - 788 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. O could I feel as I have felt,... | |
 | Readers - 1878 - 446 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 grey beneath. Oh could I feel as I have felt,—or... | |
 | Otto Badke - Folk songs, Italian - 1879 - 264 pages
...ewigen Hinund Herflattern im Genuss das Herz erkaltet und keine wahre Gluth mehr hegt noch hegen kann. 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray beneath. Oh! could I feel as I have feit, or be what I have been, Or weep, as I could once have... | |
 | Otto Badke - Folk songs, Italian - 1879 - 264 pages
...HinHerflattern im Genuss das Herz erkaltet und keine wahre Gluth mehr hegt noch hegen kann. 'Tis but äs ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but wom and gray beneath. Oh! could I feel äs I have feit, or be what I have been, Or weep, äs I could... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1880 - 648 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... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1880 - 650 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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