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" These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. "
The works of ... lord Byron - Страница 94
по George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818
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The Scots Magazine and Edinburgh Literary Miscellany, Том 77

1815 - 1008 страници
...weal, availed on high, Mine mil not all be lost in air. But waft thy name beyond the sky ; 'Twere rain to speak, to weep, to sigh : Oh ! more than tears...word, Farewell ! Farewell ! These lips are mute, these eye? are dry ; But in my heart, and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pa»s not by, The thought that...

The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 226 страници
...other's weal availed on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh: Oh! more than tears...When wrung from guilt's expiring eye, Are in that word—Farewell!—Barewdl! These lips are mute, these eyes are dry; But in my breast, and in my brain,...

The corsair, a tale [in verse.].

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 152 страници
...other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh : Oh ! more than tears of blood can tall, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye, Are in that word — Farewell ! — Farewell ! These lips...

Lord Byron's Works ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 страници
...not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. Tvvere vain to speak, to weep, to sigb : Oh! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye, Are in that word — Farewelf! — Farewell! These lips are mute, these eyes are dry; But in my breast, and in my brain,...

The Giaour

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1823 - 468 страници
...other's weal availed on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky, 'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh : Oh ! more than tears...can tell, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye, Are iu that word — Farewell ! — Farewell These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast,...

Family Portraits: Or, Descendents of Trelawney

Catherine George Ward - 1824 - 728 страници
...weal avail'd on high, " Mine will not all be lust in air, " But waft thy name beyond the sky. " Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh : — " Oh, more than...expiring eye, " Are in that word — farewell! farewell!" Lord Byron. A bright and transitory glow of pleasure lighted up the countenance of Miss Trelawney at...

The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His Works

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 234 страници
...will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'Twere vain to speak—to weep—to sigh: Oh ! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye, Are in that word—Farewell!—Farewell! Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again....

The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Том 6

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824 - 332 страници
...avail'd on high, VOL. vi.— u Mine will not all he lost in air, But waft thy name heyond the sky. .Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh: Oh! more than tears of hlood can tell, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye, Are in that word— Farewell!— Farewell! These...

The Fisher's Daughter: Or, The Wanderings of Wolf, & the Fortunes of Alfred ...

Mrs. Catherine George Ward Mason - 1825 - 976 страници
...guilt's ex . i '% ty Are in that word, farewell 1 fire' /,\ i These lips are mute, these eye» •-' But in my breast and in my brain Awake the pangs that pass not by, Tlit thought that ne'er shall slee^ .it My soul, nor deigns, nor dares cc i .'l Though grief and passion...

The Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One Volume

George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 страници
...others' weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'Twere Theic lips are mate, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast, and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass...




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