 | Matthew Arnold - 1869 - 286 páginas
...convey A melancholy into all our day. Only, but this is rare! When a belove'd 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,... | |
 | Poems - 1872 - 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 T" by the tones of a loved voice caressed, — olt is shot back somewhere in our... | |
 | Graeme Mercer Adam, George Stewart - 1874 - 596 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 caress'd, A bolt is shot back somewhere in our... | |
 | Graeme Mercer Adam, George Stewart - 1874 - 622 páginas
...glare Of the interminable hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear; 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 : The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain,... | |
 | Friedrich Max Müller - 1875 - 188 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... | |
 | Edward Henry Bickersteth (bp. of Exeter) - 1876 - 1140 páginas
...convey A melancholy into all our day. Only, but this is rare 1 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,... | |
 | University magazine - 1876 - 814 páginas
...airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day Only, but this is rare ! * * * 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 pnlse of feeling stirs again. The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain,... | |
 | Arthur Cayley Headlam - 1878 - 578 páginas
...Buried Life, where he describes beautifully the peace of love — ' 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,' what is to him the fruit of this, the... | |
 | Friedrich Max Müller - 1877 - 172 páginas
...convey A melancholy into all our day. Only, but this is rare! When a belovfed 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,... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1879 - 392 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,... | |
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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. 
