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" And who was changed, and who was dead ; And all that fills the hearts of friends, When first they feel, with secret pain, their lives thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again ; The first slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless... "
Echoes of many voices from many lands, by A.F. - Page 73
by Echoes - 1865
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The Living Age ..., Volume 22

Eliakim Littell, Robert S. Littell - 1849
...henceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again. The first slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express, And leave it still...say it in too great excess. The very tones in which he spake Had something strange, I could but mark ; The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling...
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Graham's Magazine, Volume 32

Edgar Allan Poe, George R. Graham - 1848
...slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to exprès«, And leave it still unsaid in pnrt, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which...make A mournful rustling in the dark. Oft died the wurde upon our lip?, As suddenly, from out the fire Built of the wreck of stranded ship«, The flame«...
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Howitt's Journal of Literature and Popular Progress, Volume 3

Mary Botham Howitt - 1848
...never can be one again. The first slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to exprese, And leave it still unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which we spake (lad something strange, I could but mark ; The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling...
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The Spirit of the Age, Volumes 1-2

William Henry Channing - 1850
...one again. The first slight swerving of the heart, Thai words are powerless to express, And leaves it still unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which, we spoke Had something strange, I could but mark; The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling...
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The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: With Bibliographical and ...

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - History - 2009 - 272 pages
...thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again ; The first slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express, And leave it still...which we spake Had something strange, I could but mark ; Oft died the words upon our lips, As suddenly, from out the fire Built of the wreck of stranded ships,...
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The poetic rosary

John Critchley Prince - 1851
...interested in Philip's welfare, and as they conversed of him in their little parlour, at twilight, " The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark."* In about four months they received a letter, and knowing the superscription, oh! how joyfully they...
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Voices of the Night, and Other Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - American poetry - 1852 - 228 pages
...thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again ; The first slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express, And leave it still...part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones iu which we spake Had something strange, I eould but mark ; The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful...
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The poetical works of H.W. Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855
...thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again ; The first slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express, And leave it still...memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark. Ecilt of the •wreck of stranded ships, The flames would leap and then expire. • And. as their splendour...
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Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1856 - 764 pages
...thenceforth have separate ends And never can be one again ; The first slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express, And leave it still...tones in which we spake Had something strange, I could hut mark; The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark. Oft died the words upon...
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Etchings and pearls; or, A flower ... planted ... on the grave of Emma Tatham

mrs. J Cooke Westbrook - 1856
...cast, and to listen to the whispers of the breeze as it roamed among them. I felt, then, as though " The very tones in which we spake Had something strange...memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark. * » * » « Until they made themselves a part Of fancies floating through the brain; The long-lost...
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