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" Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place. One on the earth, and one beneath — My brothers — both had ceased to breathe. "
The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake - Page 363
by George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century, Volume 1808

Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 pages
...both had ceas'd 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...hope — but faith, And that forbade a selfish death. What next befel me then and there I know not well — I never knew ; First came the loss of light,...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 pages
...which lay so still, Alas ! my o-,vn was full as chill ; I had not strength to stir, or strive, Hut felt that I was still alive — A frantic feeling,...hope — but faith, And that forbade a selfish death. What next befel me then and there I know not well — I never knew ; First came the loss of light,...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 pages
...hand which lay so still, Alas ! my own was full as chill ; I had not strength to stir, or strive, Piut felt that I was still alive — A frantic feeling,...That what we love shall ne'er be so. I know not why I had no earthly hope — but faith. And that forbade a selfish death. What next befel me then and therc...
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Gleanings from the Poets for Home and School

1858 - 460 pages
...both had 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 alive, — A frantic feeling, when we kcow That what we love shall ne'er be so. I know not why I could not die ; I had no earthly hope, —...
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The Fair Evanthe: A Poem in Five Cantos, and Other Poems

John Peat - 1858 - 134 pages
...trouble come To men of each degree; Evanthe's moan was not alone,— Those times shall come to thee. 0 " A frantic feeling when we know That what we love, shall ne'er be so." BYRON. ' " When we two parted In silence and tears ; Half-broken hearted To sever for years." c 5 BYRON....
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The poetical works of lord Byron, with life

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859 - 586 pages
...both had 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...hope — but faith, And that forbade a selfish death. IX. What next befell me then and there I know not well — I never knew — First came the loss of...
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The advanced prose and poetical reader, by A.W. Buchan

Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 362 pages
...both had 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...still alive— A frantic feeling, when we know That which we love shall ne'er be so. I know not why I could not die, I had no earthly hope— but faith,...
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The Poetical Works of Lord Byron

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 914 pages
...strength to stir, or strive, Bot fett that I was still alive — A frantic feeling, when we know Thai what mN0 tud no earthly hope but faith, And that forbade a selfish death. IX. What next befell me then ana there...
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The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. Buchan

Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 120 pages
...both had ceased to breathe : I took that hand which lay so still, Alas ! my own was full as chill ; But felt that I was still alive — A frantic feeling, when we know That which we love shall ne'er be so. I know not why I could not die, I had no earthly hope — but faith,...
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Poems

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859 - 614 pages
...that hand which lay so still, Alas ! my own was full as chill ; I had not strength to stir, or strive, A frantic feeling, when we know That what we love shall ne'er bo so. I know not why I could not die, I had no earthly hope— but faith, - And that forbade a selfish...
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