 | David Fitzpatrick - 2004 - 504 pagina’s
...(Philadelphia), 10 Sept. 192.2.: McGP, MS 17440. Thomas Moore's 'Oft in the Stilly Night' continues: 'Whose lights are fled, / Whose garlands dead, / And all but he departed!' 96 EdeV to Frank P. Walsh (New York), 12. Oct. 192.2.: NYPL, Maloney Papers, 7/116. 97 EdeV to McG,... | |
 | Thomas Hardy - 2003 - 472 pagina’s
...(1779-1852). The poem recalls in a sentimental manner the past happinesses with loved ones now dead: 'I feel like one | Who treads alone | Some banquet hall deserted, | Whose lights arc fled | Whose garlands dead, | And all but he departed!' as Hallam says of Juliet . . . this love:... | |
 | Mrs Hemans - 2004 - 732 pagina’s
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 | Stephen Regan - 2004 - 628 pagina’s
...seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed! Thus, in the stilly night. Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days... | |
 | James Knowlson - 2004 - 806 pagina’s
...seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather; 1 feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me Sad Memory brings the light Of other days... | |
 | Samuel R. Wells - 2005 - 196 pagina’s
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 | Robin Lee Hatcher - 2005 - 306 pagina’s
...in her room, a book of poetry by Thomas Moore open in her lap, lamplight flowing over the pages. I feel like one, Who treads alone Some banquet hall...fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed. She closed the book, trying to blot out the loneliness that the poet's words stirred in her heart.... | |
 | P. E. Burroughs - 2005 - 248 pagina’s
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When I remember all The friends, so linked together, I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed. 
