...mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray — An eye of most transparent light That almost made the dungeon bright....fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listened but I could not hear — I called, for I was wild with fear; I knew 'twas...

...mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray — An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright,...his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, Л little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost In this last loss, of all the most...

...the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not f /A groan o'er his untimely lot, — . %i-' \ A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listened, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't...

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...mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray — An eye of most transparent light. That almost made the dungeon bright,...fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't...

...mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray, — An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright....fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listened, but I could not hear, — I called, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't...

...mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray — An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright,...fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't...

...mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray — An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright,...fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less ! I listen'd, but I could not hear ! — I call'd, for I was wild with fear; I call'd,...

...mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray—- An eye of most j>h) thru the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness More slowly drawn, grew less an 1...

...I pardon my enemies from my heart." How like the youngest prisoner in that song of Chillón ! — 1 And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his...talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise.' " Such are the death-scenes in the dungeons of the middle age — such is the testimony of history...