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...fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. 4. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; 'Tls but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn...

...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for other's woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er...eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. 4Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight Lours that...

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...bronght again a gloom over my countenance.' * This is the mental attitude which can enjoy Byron. ' That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears ; And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears/ But there were elements in Byron which...

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...the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 't is where the iceappears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips , and mirth distract the breast, Through midnighthoursthatyield no more their former hope of rest; 'T is but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd...

...the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract...hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; Til but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn...