 | Claude Moore Fuess, Harold Crawford Stearns - 1923 - 226 páginas
...convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable...Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world-deafened ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caressed, — A bolt is shot back somewhere in... | |
 | Daniel Howard Sinclair Nicholson, Arthur Hugh Evelyn Lee - 1924 - 672 páginas
...convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable...voice caress'd — A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast, And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again : The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain,... | |
 | Clarence Edward Andrews, Milton Oswin Percival - 1924 - 624 páginas
...convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable...Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world-dcafen'd ear Is by the 'tones of a loved voice caress'd, A bolt is shot back somewhere in our... | |
 | Anne Crosby Emery Allinson - 1924 - 216 páginas
..."trick'd in disguises," the outlet it grants to that "buried life" which flows deep within us all. When our world-deafen'd ear Is by the tones of a loved...voice caress'd — A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast, And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again. The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain,... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1928 - 236 páginas
...Of the interminable hours, 80 Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world-deaf en 'd ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caress'd, A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast Inst pulRft of filing stirs ngnin • 85 ueye sinks inward, and thf hfart lipa-pkun, And... | |
 | Lucy S. Furman - 1927 - 338 páginas
...Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, rushed and jaded with the glare Of the interminable hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, Our ears are by the tones of a loved voice caressed, A bolt is shot back somewhere in the breast And... | |
 | University of North Dakota - 1912 - 424 páginas
...* * • Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When our world-deafened ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caress'd — A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast, And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again. A man becomes aware of his life's flow And hears... | |
 | 1874 - 618 páginas
...it — they began again. He confessed himself puzzled. 318 319 When a beloved hand IB laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable hours, Our eyes can in another's eyoa read clear, When our world-deaf en ,d ear IB by thetonen of a loved voice caross'd: A bolt is... | |
 | Mary Caroline Richards - 1973 - 268 páginas
...convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable...Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world-deafened ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caressed — A bolt is shot back somewhere in our... | |
 | Caroline J. Simon - 1997 - 228 páginas
...and glare Ol interminable hours. Our eyes can m another's eyes read elear. When our world-deafen 'd ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caress'd — A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast. And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again. The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain.... | |
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A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast, And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again. The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain, And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know. 
