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" I took that hand which lay so still, Alas ! my own was full as chill ; I had not strength to stir, or strive, But felt that I was still alive — A frantic feeling, when we know That what we love shall ne'er be so. "
The Complete Poetical Works of Lord Byron - الصفحة 400
بواسطة George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1905 - عدد الصفحات: 1055
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English Narrative Poems

Claude Moore Fuess, Henry Nichols Sanborn - 1909 - عدد الصفحات: 324
...— 7 only drew The accursed breath of dungeon-dew ; The last — the sole — the dearest link 215 Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to...beneath — My brothers — both had ceased to breathe ; 220 I took that hand which lay so still, Alas ! my own was full as chill ; I had not strength to...

British Poets of the Nineteenth Century: Poems by Wordsworth, Coleridge ...

Curtis Hidden Page - 1910 - عدد الصفحات: 968
...heard a sound — I burst my chain with one strong bound. And rush'd to him : — I found him not, 7 which mock 'd Alas! my own was full as chill ; 1 had not strength to stir, or strive, But felt that I was still alive...

English Poetry: Volume 2

1910 - عدد الصفحات: 524
...with one strong bound, And rush'd to him: — I found him not, / only stirr'd in this black spot, I only lived, / only drew The accursed breath of dungeon-dew;...ceased to breathe: I took that hand which lay so still, Alas ! my own was full as chill ; I had not strength to stir, or strive, But felt that I was still...

English Poetry: Volume 2

1910 - عدد الصفحات: 606
...strong bound, And rush'd to him: — I found him not, / only stirr'd in this black spot, / only lived, I only drew The accursed breath of dungeon-dew; The...ceased to breathe: I took that hand which lay so still, Alas ! my own was full as chill ; I had not strength to stir, or strive. But felt that I was still...

Twelve Centuries of English Poetry and Prose

Alphonso Gerald Newcomer, Alice Ebba Andrews - 1910 - عدد الصفحات: 778
...I burst my chain with one strong bound, 210 And rushed to him: — I found him not, I only stirred y death Can be at once — shall step by step attend...— is nothing but30 heart-sorrow And a clear life 220 I took that hand which lay so still, Alas! my own was full as chill; I had not strength to stir,...

Twelve Centuries of English Poetry and Prose

Alphonso Gerald Newcomer - 1910 - عدد الصفحات: 776
...one strong bound, 210 And rushed to him: — I found him not, / only stirred in this black spot, 7 le, The parting Genius2" is with sighing sent; With...of tangled thickets mourn. In consecrated 'earth, 220 I took that hand which lay so still, Alas! my own was full as chill; I had not strength to stir,...

Twelve Centuries of English Poetry and Prose, المجلد 2

1910 - عدد الصفحات: 356
...bound, 210 And rushed to him: — I found him not, I only stirred in this black spot, / only lived, I only drew The accursed breath of dungeon-dew; The...beneath — My brothers — both had ceased to breathe: 220 I took that hand which lay so still, Alas! my own was full as chill; I had not strength to stir,...

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1911 - عدد الصفحات: 612
...bound, And rushed to him : I found him not. I only stirred in this black spot ; I only lived — I only drew The accursed breath of dungeon-dew ; The...ceased to breathe. I took that hand which lay so still — Alas! my own was full as chill ; I had not strength to stir or strive, But felt that I was still...

Selections from Byron: Childe Harold, Canto IV, The Prisoner of Chillon ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1911 - عدد الصفحات: 252
...I burst my chain with one strong bound, zio And rushed to him : — I found him not, /only stirred in this black spot, / only lived, / only drew The...beneath — My brothers — both had ceased to breathe ! 220 I took that hand which lay so still — Alas ! my own was full as chill ; I had not strength...

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Grenville Kleiser - 1911 - عدد الصفحات: 458
...rushed to him. I found him not, 7 only stirr'd in this black spot, / only lived, I only drew The accurst breath of dungeon-dew ; The last, the sole, the dearest...ceased to breathe. I took that hand which lay so still, Alas ! my own was full as chill ; I had not strength to stir, or strive, But felt that I was still...




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