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" 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 - Page 9
by Baron Alfred Tennyson Tennyson - 1850 - 210 pages
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The Living Age ..., Volume 26

Language Arts & Disciplines - 1850
...yet 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...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,...
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In memoriam

Baron Alfred Tennyson Tennyson - 1850 - 210 pages
...Was drowu'd in passing thro' the ford, Or kill'd in falling from his horse. 0, what to her shall he the end ? And what to me remains of good ? To her,...beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can he clasp 'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest...
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In memoriam

Baron Alfred Tennyson Tennyson - Literary Criticism - 1850 - 216 pages
...And what to me remains of good ? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me, no second friend. v VII. 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 I creep At earliest morning...
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The North British review

1851
...versabitur, 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...
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The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 22

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1851
...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...
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Force et faiblesse

Frederick William B. Bouverie - 1858
...cette heure suprême, Ces têtes que j'aimais. Avare, j'ai moi-même Enfoui mon trésor. VICTOR Ht/ro Dark house by which once more I stand Here in the long unluvely street, Doors where my lieart was nsed to heat So quickly, waiting for a han.l, A hand that...
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Poems, Volume 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1859
...And 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...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...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1859 - 211 pages
...her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me no seeond friend. DARK house, by which once more I stand Hero in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to bcat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that am be clasp'd no more— Bohold me, for I cannot sleep,...
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The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson, poet laureate, etc ..., Volume 2

Baron Alfred Tennyson Tennyson - History - 1861
...and her future Lord Was drowned in passing through the ford, Or killed in falling from his horse. O, what to her shall be the end ? And what to me remains...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...
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Poetical Works, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861
...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...
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