 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. oldalszerző: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 126 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | John Brown - 1907 - 402 oldal
...persons, by an increasing thoughtfulness, and a fondness for a class of books, which in general are 1 " 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." In Memoriam. so little intelligible to boys of his age,... | |
 | John Brown - 1907 - 400 oldal
...persons, by an increasing thoughtfulness, and a fondness for a class of books, which in general are 1 " 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." In Memoriam. so little intelligible to boys of his age,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1907 - 376 oldal
...the sea, that separates like death. ii. Touch of a vanished hand. Cf. h Memoriam, VH, and iHJ. x, ' Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand," " And hands so often clasp'd in mine Should toss with tangle and with shells," also ibid, xin, 6, 7,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1908 - 610 oldal
...father was writing to Arthur Hallam in the hour that he died. — ED.] p. 293. Section vn. Verse i. Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street. 67 Wimpole Street [the house of the historian Henry Hallam. AHH used to say, " You will always find... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1908 - 606 oldal
...father was writing to Arthur Hallam in the hour that he died. — ED.] /. 293. Section vn. Verse i. Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlo1'ely street. 67 Wimpole Street [the house of the historian Henry Hallam. AHH used to say, " You... | |
 | William Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson - 1911 - 792 oldal
...And what to me remains of good ? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me no second friend. 120 VII Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the...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 I creep At earliest morning... | |
 | Arthur H. R. Fairchild - 1912 - 294 oldal
...is to arouse rfeeling. Tennyson, in restless grief, goes at early morning to visit Hallam's house: "Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the...At earliest morning to the door. "He is not here; but/ar away . The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street... | |
 | Arthur H. R. Fairchild - 1912 - 290 oldal
...object is to arouse feeling. Tennyson, in restless grief, goes at early morning to visit Hallam's house: "Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the...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 I creep At earliest morning... | |
 | Arthur St. John Adcock - 1912 - 412 oldal
...enshrined his memory for ever in his In Memoriam ; where, too, he pictures this house and this street : " Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the...So quickly, waiting for a hand. A hand that can be clasped no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing 1 creep At earliest morning... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1912 - 346 oldal
...And what to me remains of good ? To her, perpetual maidenhood,0 And unto me no second friend.0 VII DARK house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street,0 Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly,0 waiting for a hand, A hand that can be... | |
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