 | Carlo Formichi - 1924 - 404 páginas
...the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot ; A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less: (1) Ma qnesti (cioe i casi di morte per uecisione, annegamento, malattia) erano orrori: questo invece... | |
 | George Roy Elliott, Norman Foerster - 1923 - 864 páginas
...dungeon bright, 195 And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost 200 In this last loss, of all the most. And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness,... | |
 | Harry Morgan Ayres, Frederick Morgan Padelford - 1924 - 942 páginas
...the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk now. ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE MY heart aches, and a drowsy...past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through listen'd, but I could not hear ; I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless, but my... | |
 | Edwin Greenlaw, Clarence Stratton - 1922 - 648 páginas
...A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost 200 In this last loss, of all the most; And then the sighs...grew less and less. I listened, but I could not hear — 205 I called, for I was wild with fear; I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished;... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1924 - 486 páginas
...the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For...silence — lost In this last loss, of all the most,; Ard then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 424 páginas
...dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur, — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For...not hear, — I called, for I was wild with fear ; I knew't was hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished ; I called, and thought I heard a sound,... | |
 | George William McClelland - 1925 - 1178 páginas
...the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur—not A groan o'er his untimely lot,— A little talk silence—lost In this last loss, of all the most; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting... | |
 | 1926 - 780 páginas
...the dungeon bright; And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For...silence — lost In this last loss, of all the most; Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less: I listened, but I could not... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1926 - 928 páginas
...the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot ! A little talk nd, raise ! For the tidings of thy might, By the festal cities' blaze, While the aoo In this last loss, of all the most : And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's... | |
 | Frederick Earle Emmons, Thomas Waterman Huntington - 1928 - 454 páginas
...made the dungeon bright; And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise; For...could not hear — I called, for I was wild with fear; 152 The Prisoner of Chilian I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished; I called,... | |
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Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray. An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, A little talk of better... 
