 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 страници
...the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold...Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it would impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments,... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1850 - 596 страници
...wins not, weeps not, now ; And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy1 Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 768 страници
...the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill, changeless brow, Where cold...mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous... | |
 | Reminiscences - 1851 - 86 страници
...the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill, changeless brow, Where cold...mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, aye, one treacherous... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 780 страници
...— but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins nol, weeps not, now, And but for that cbill, changeless brow, Where cold obstruction's apathy Appals...mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous... | |
 | M A. Meredith - 1852 - 194 страници
...of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but, for that chill, changeless brow, Where cold...mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Fes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous... | |
 | John Aiton - 1852 - 636 страници
...placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And hut for that chill, changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's...mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1853 - 800 страници
...the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye. That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill, changeless brow, Where cold...mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous... | |
 | Early dead - 1853 - 122 страници
...the placid cheek; And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now ; And but for that chill changeless brow Where cold...mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous... | |
 | 1853 - 458 страници
...of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill, changeless brow, Where cold...mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, aye, one treacherous... | |
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The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart... 
