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" Else why, through days which never come again, Roams Hope with that strange longing, like Regret: Why put the posy in the cold dead hand? Why plant the rose above the lonely grave? Why bring the corpse across the salt sea-wave? Why deem the dead more... "
The life and inventions of Thomas Alva Edision - Page 159
by William Kennedy-Laurie Dickson, Antonia Dickson - 1894 - 362 pages
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The Poetical Works of Owen Meredith (Robert, Lord Lytton) ...

Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton Earl of Lytton - English poetry - 1884 - 538 pages
...And sweet, though sad, the sound of midnight bells, When the oped casement with the night-rain drips. There is a pleasure which is born of pain : The grave...again, Roams Hope with that strange longing, like llegret? Why put the posy in the cold dead hand? Why plant the rose above the lonely grave? Why bring...
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The Wanderer

Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton Earl of Lytton - English literature - 1893 - 433 pages
...sweet, tho' sad, the sound of midnight bells, When the oped casement with the night-rain drips. II. There is a pleasure which is born of pain : The grave of all things hath its violet. Else why, thro' days which never come again, Roams Hope with that strange longing, like Regret? A Why put the...
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Vashti, Or, Until Death Us Do Part

Augusta Jane Evans - 1897 - 472 pages
...mostly on the ruins of our cherished schemes, finding our failures were successes.' Recollect, — ' There is a pleasure which is born of pain : The grave of all things hath its violet,' and do not indulge a corroding bitterness that has almost destroyed the nobler elements of your nature....
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The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1900

Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - English poetry - 1901 - 1084 pages
...And sweet, tho' sad, the sound of midnight bells When the oped casement with the night-rain drips. There is a pleasure which is born o'f pain : The grave of all things hath its violet. Else why, thro' days which never come again, Roams Hope with that strange longing, like Regret: Why put the posy...
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The Heart of Washington

Dorothea Heness Knox - 1909 - 238 pages
...on a lonely shore. * * # * There is a pleasure that is born of pain; The grave of all things has its violet, Else why through days which never come...Roams hope, with that strange longing like regret?" — Meredith. In the year 1784 a gray-haired, distinguishedlooking veteran, accompanied by his long-time...
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