 Big, bright, and fast, unknown to her they fell ; But still her lips refused to send — " Farewell ! " For in that word, that fatal word, howe'er We promise, hope, believe, there breathes despair.  The corsair, a tale [in verse.]. - Page 33de George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 114 pagesAffichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
 | 1905 - 622 pages
...bright — and fast, unknown to her they fell ; But still her lips refused to send — " Farewell !" For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We...ne'er erase : The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze on vacancy, Till — Oh, how far ! — it caught a glimpse of him, And then... | |
 | Charlton Miner Lewis - 1906 - 164 pages
...gushed; Big, bright, and fast, unknown to her they fell, But still her lips refused to send "Farewell !" For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We...promise — hope — believe — there breathes despair. These verses are somewhat overcharged with rhetorical embellishments, and I am by no means presenting... | |
 | 1906 - 810 pages
...SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, iii, 2 Farewell, — But still her lips refused to send — "Farewell! " For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We...promise — hope — believe — there breathes despair, BYRON, The Corsair, Canto i, st, 15 Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal availed on high,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1907 - 1376 pages
...believe — there breathes Despair. 490 O'er every feature of that still, pale face, Had Sorrow fixed what Time can ne'er erase: The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze on vacancy, Till — Oh, how far 1 — it caught a glimpse of him, And then... | |
 | Henry George Bohn - 1911 - 784 pages
...Aud clog the last sad sands of life with tears. 1601 Byron : Sitrdanapalus. Act v. Sc. 1 Farewell ! For in that word, — that fatal word, — howe'er...— hope — believe, — there breathes despair. 1602 Byron : Corxair. Canto i. St. IS. Then fare thee well, deceitful maid, 'Twere vain and fruitless... | |
 | 1913 - 264 pages
...be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort. Shakespeare: Antony and Cleopatra. Farewell! For in that word, — that fatal word, — howe'er...— hope — believe, — there breathes despair. Byron: Corsair. Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been: A sound which makes us linger; — yet... | |
 | John Bartlett, Nathan Haskell Dole - 1914 - 1514 pages
...in his sneer. Stanza 9. Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell ! ¡bid. Farewell ! For ¡a that word, that fatal word, — howe'er We promise, hope, believe, — there breathes despair. Stanza IS. No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe. Canto Hi.... | |
 | KATE LOUISE ROBERTS - 1922 - 1422 pages
...which makes us linger; — yet — farewell! BYRON— Chiide Harold. Canto IV. St. 186. 23 "Farewell!" Act. V. Sc. 3. L. 34. Speak then to rue, who neither...nor fear Your favours nor your hate. Madxth. Act I BYRON — Corsair. Canto I. St. 15. 24 Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well.... | |
 | Harold Workman Williams - 1916 - 516 pages
...sixth farewell tour, I believe." "Well, yes." "I would suggest "Much Adieu About Nothing." "Farewell I" For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We...promise — hope — believe— there breathes despair. — Byron. FASHION There are two kinds of women : The fashionable ones and those who are comfortable.... | |
 | James Chapman - 286 pages
...— that for him earth held but her alone, Kiss'd her cold forehead — turn'd — is Conrad gone? O'er every feature of that still pale face, Had sorrow...ne'er erase : The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze on vacancy — Till — Oh, how far ! it caught a glimpse of him—- And... | |
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