 A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here ; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street...  In Memoriam - 9 psl.autoriai: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 126 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Cassell, ltd - 1876 - 466 psl.
...flower in feeling after flower." The seventh section images in gloom the house in Bedford Place : " Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the...unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to heat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasped no more — Behold me, for I cannot... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 494 psl.
...her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me no second friend. vn. DARK house, by which once more I gland Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a baud, A hand that can be clasp'd no more, — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 392 psl.
...waiting for a hand, A hand that can he clasp'd no more, Bshold me, for I caunot sleep, And like a gnilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here ; hnt far away The noise of life hegius again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the hald street... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 688 psl.
...? And what to me remains of good ? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me no second friend. vn. Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the...my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a>hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1876 - 288 psl.
...will not rise, And the colors have all passed away from her eyes! WIMPOLE STREET. William Wordsworth. DARK house, by which once more I stand Here in the...quickly, waiting for a hand, —• A hand that can be clasped no more, — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning... | |
 | Mary L. Dodds - 1879 - 448 psl.
...to be in heaven. CHAPTER XXVII. OLD HAUNTS. " Dark house, by which once more I stand, Here, in this long, unlovely street ; Doors where my heart was used...waiting for a hand ; — * * # * A hand that can be clasped no more." OSE was mistaken in thinking that no one noticed her depression. Her Grandmother... | |
 | 1879 - 524 psl.
...maidenhood, And until me no second f rlend. DARK honee, by which once more I stand Here in the lonz unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to...So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be elasp'd no more,— • Behold me, for I cannot sleep. And like a guilty thing I ereep At earliest... | |
 | Charlotte Mary Yonge - 1879 - 326 psl.
...thing in the whole day! " said the happy wife as she took the candle. CHAPTER III. THE WHITE SLATE. Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street Doors, where my heart was wont to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand— A hand that can be clasped no more. Behold me, for I... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1880 - 320 psl.
...? And what to me remains of good ? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me no second friend. VII. Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heartwas used tobeat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold... | |
 | Sir William Robertson Nicoll - 1881 - 226 psl.
...from that time with his father in London in 67 Wimpole Street, referred to in ' In Memoriam ' — ' Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street.' Arthur used to say to his friends, ' You know you will always find us at sixes and sevens.' He was... | |
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