 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 - Pagina 21door Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 343 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1850 - 640 pagina’s
...striking simplicity is the cold estrangement of a sudden losa expressed in these brief stanzas : Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long,...unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat Sa quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasped no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 228 pagina’s
...And what to me remains of good ? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me, no second friend. DAEK house, by which once more I stand Here in the long...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... | |
 | 1851 - 622 pagina’s
...poslqiiam ab oculis recessit." " Arthur Henry Hallam was born in Bedford Place,* Londpn, on ' 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 AtemuruHK. the 1st of February, 1811. Very few years... | |
 | 1851 - 604 pagina’s
...recessit." "Arthur Henry Hallam was born in Bedford Place,* London, on the 1st of February, 1811. * " Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street ; Doors, where my heart was wont to be»t So quickly, waiting for a hand." /n Manor ¡am. 1851.] ARTHUR HEXRY HALLAM. Very few... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1859 - 520 pagina’s
...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...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 I creep At earliest morning... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 pagina’s
...And what to me remains of good ? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me, no second friend. DARE house, by which once more I stand, Here in the long...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 I creep At earliest morning... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 pagina’s
...And what to me remains of good ? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me, no second friend. DARK house, by which once more I stand, Here in the long...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... | |
 | John Brown - 1861 - 548 pagina’s
...In the summer of 1818 he spent some months with his parents in Germany and Switzerland, and 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. This is a mistake, as his friend Dr. AP... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 240 pagina’s
...? And what to me remains of good ? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me no second friend. DARK house, by which once more I stand Here in the long...my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a han3, A hand that can be clasp' d no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 pagina’s
...And what to me remains of good ? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me, no second friend. DARK house, by which once more I stand, Here in the long...street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quietly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasped no more, — Behold me, for I cannot sleep,... | |
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