 | 1857 - 608 páginas
...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...world-deafen'd ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caressed, — A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast, And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again... | |
 | 1879 - 484 páginas
...but this is rare— When a beloved hand is laid in ours , When, jaded with the rush and glare Of tho interminable hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes...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... | |
 | Edwin Markham - 1927 - 362 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, — 2098 A bolt is shot back somewhere... | |
 | 1917 - 498 páginas
...our day, Only—" and here the author gets near to reality, A " 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... | |
 | 1914 - 520 páginas
...dedication to human home-love." And again, of the passage beginning "When beloved hand is laid in ours, When our world-deafen'd ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caress'd — " Hamberlin writes: "And should these next lines have been writ of an experience with any other... | |
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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. 
