| August Gottlieb Meissner - 1784 - 630 pagina’s
...branches. THE BURIED LIFE. Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet Behold, with tears my eyes are wet ; I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll....and hush awhile, And turn those limpid eyes on mine, And, let me read there, love, thy inmost soul. A STOXY OF GERMAN LOVE. Í They would by other men be... | |
| Matthew Arnold - 1855 - 270 pagina’s
...farewell ! THE BURIED LIFE. LIGHT flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears my eyes are wet. I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll. Yes,...and hush awhile, And turn those limpid eyes on mine, And let me read there, love, thy inmost soul. Alas, is even Love too weak To unlock the heart, and... | |
| Matthew Arnold - 1856 - 348 pagina’s
...farewell! THE BURIED LIFE. LIOHT flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold with tears my eyes are wet. I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll. Yes,...and hush awhile, And turn those limpid eyes on mine, And let me read there, love, thy inmost soul. Alas, is even Love too weak To unlock the heart, and... | |
| Matthew Arnold - 1856 - 350 pagina’s
...farewell ! THE BURIED LIFE. LIGHT flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold with tears my eyes are wet. I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll. Yes,...that we can smile ; But there's a something in this hreast To which thy light words bring no rest, And thy gay smiles no anodyne. Give me thy hand, and... | |
| Friedrich Max Müller - 1857 - 192 pagina’s
...THE BURIED LlFE. Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears my eyes are wet. l feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll. Yes, yes, we...that we can jest, We know, we know that we can smile; Deutle Stebe. But there's a something in this breast To which thy light words bring no rest, And thy... | |
| Max Muller - 1858 - 226 pagina’s
...branches ! THE BUEIED LIFE. Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears my eyes are wet. I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll. Yes,...and hush awhile, And turn those limpid eyes on mine, And let me read there, love, thy inmost soul. Alas ! is even Love too weak To unlock the heart, and... | |
| R. C. J. - 1866 - 304 pagina’s
...COLERIDGE. pa THE BURIED LIFE. LIGHT flows our war of mocking words, and yet Kehold, with tears my eyes are wet. I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll. Yes,...words bring no rest, And thy gay smiles no anodyne. (live me thy hand, and hush awhile, And turn those limpid eyes on mine, And let me read there, love,... | |
| Matthew Arnold - 1869 - 286 pagina’s
...night! THE BURIED LIFE. J IGHT flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll. Yes,...and hush awhile, And turn those limpid eyes on mine, And let me read there, love, thy inmost soul! Alas, is even love too weak To unlock the heart, and... | |
| Poems - 1872 - 362 pagina’s
...2 THE BURIED LIFE. I IGHT flows our war of mocking words, and yet ^~* Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet ! I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll....and hush awhile, And turn those limpid eyes on mine, And let me read there, love, thy inmost soul. Alas, is even love too weak To unlock the heart, and... | |
| Graeme Mercer Adam, George Stewart - 1874 - 596 pagina’s
...branches. THE BURIED LIFE. Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet Behold, with tears my eyes are wet. I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll. Yes,...and hush awhile, And turn those limpid eyes on mine, And let me read there, love, thy inmost soul. Alas ! is even love too weak To unlock the heart and... | |
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