 Oh ! o'er the eye death most exerts his might, And hurls the spirit from her throne of light ! Sinks those blue orbs in that long last eclipse, But spares, as yet, the charm around her lips...  The works of ... lord Byron - Pàgina 118per George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Anna Hanson Dorsey - 1853 - 424 pàgines
...long dark lashes fringed her lids of snow, And veiled—thought shrinks from all that larked bolow— Oh, o'er the eye death most exerts his might, And...hurls the spirit from her throne of light! Sinks those bine eyes in that long lost eclipse, But spares as yet the charm around her lips ; Yet—yet they seem... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1853 - 262 pàgines
...dark lashes fringed her lids of snow, And veiled—thought shrinks from all that lurked below; Oh I on the eye death most exerts his might; And hurls the spirit from her throne of light 1 Sinks those blue orbs in that long lost eclipse, But spares, as yet, the charm around the lips—... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 pàgines
...lashes fringed her lids of snow, • And veil'd — thought shrinks from all that lurk'd below — Oh ! o'er the eye Death most exerts his might, And...eclipse, But spares, as yet, the charm around her lipsYet, yet they seem as they forbore to smile, And wish'd repose — but only for a while ; But the... | |
 | 1854 - 334 pàgines
...wreathed with a living smile — to feel the brow cold and icy, and the eye, like that of Medora — " O, o'er the eye Death most exerts his might, And hurls...those blue orbs in that long, last eclipse, But spares us yet the smile around her lips." — all this moves us, unless we have a heart of adamant. And then... | |
 | Conrad Hume Pinches - 1854 - 460 pàgines
...long dark lashes fringed her lids of snow, And veiled — thought shrinks from all that lurked below. Oh ! o'er the eye Death most exerts his might, And hurls the spirit from her throne of light ; "links those blue orbs in that long last eclipse, ut spares, as yet, the charm around her lips. Yet,... | |
 | 1854 - 338 pàgines
...wreathed with a living smile — to feel the Brow cold and icy, and the eye, like that of Mcdora — " O, o'er the eye Death most exerts his might, And hurls the spirit from her throne of light — I Sinks those blne orbs in that long, last eclipse, But spares us yet the smile around her lips."... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1855 - 410 pàgines
...dark lashes fringed her lids of snow, And veil'd — thought shrinks from all that lurk'd below — Oh ! o'er the eye Death most exerts his might, And...charm around her lips — Yet, yet they seem as they forebore to smile, And wish'd repose; — but only for a while ; But the white shroud, and each extended... | |
 | Joseph Turnley - 1856 - 180 pàgines
...veiled, — thought shrinks from all that lurked below. Oh ! o'er the eye death most asserts his right, And hurls the spirit from her throne of light ; Sinks...eclipse, But spares as yet the charm around her lips. To lanthe, he says, as lovers speak : — Oh let that eye, which wild as the gazelle's, Now brightly... | |
 | John Clark Ferguson - 1856 - 90 pàgines
...The long dark lashes fring'd her lids of snow, And veil'd thought shrinks from all that lurk'd below, Oh ! o'er the eye Death most exerts his might, And...from her throne of light! Sinks those blue orbs in their long, last eclipse, But spares as yet the charm around her lips, Yet, yet they seem as they forbore... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859 - 614 pàgines
...dark lashes fringed her lids of snow, And veil'd — thought shrinks from all that lurk'd below — Oh ! o'er the eye death most exerts his might, And...— Yet, yet they seem as they forbore to smile And wish'd repose — but only for a while ; But the white shroud, and each extended tress, Long — fair... | |
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