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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: With His Letters and Journals, - Страница 211
по George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1834
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The Scots Magazine and Edinburgh Literary Miscellany, Том 77

1815 - 1008 страници
...all be lost in air. But waft thy name beyond the sky ; 'Twere rain to speak, to weep, to sigh : Oh ! more than tears of blood can tell. When wrung from...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
...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!—Barewdl! These lips are mute, these eyes are dry; But in my breast, and in my brain,...

Lord Byron's Works ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 страници
...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
...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 iu that word — Farewell ! — Farewell These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast,...

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

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824 - 332 страници
...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...These lips are mute, these eyes are dry; But in my hreast and in my hrain, Awake the pangs that pass not hy, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again....

Family Portraits: Or, Descendents of Trelawney

Catherine George Ward - 1824 - 728 страници
...lust 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...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
...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 complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by ..., Том 7

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 546 страници
...all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'T were vain to speak, to weep, to sigh : Oh ! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from...not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. 424 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain. Though grief and passion there rebel;...

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
...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...expiring eye, Are in that word— Farewell! -Farewell! 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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