 | August Gottlieb Meissner - 1784 - 630 sayfa
...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... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1855 - 270 sayfa
...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...clear, When our world-deafen'd ear Is by the tones of a lov'd voice caress'd, — A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast And a lost pulse of feeling stirs... | |
 | 1855 - 804 sayfa
...A melancholy into all our day. "Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in onrs, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable...clear, When our world-deafen'd ear Is by the tones of a lov'd voice caresg'd,— A bolt is shot back somewhere hi our breast And a lost pulse of feeling stirs... | |
 | University magazine - 1855 - 784 sayfa
...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-deafen 'd ear Is by the tones of a lov'd voice caress'd,— A bolt is shot back somewhere in... | |
 | 1855 - 784 sayfa
...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...hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When onr world-deafened car Is by the tones of a lov'd voice caress'd — • A bolt is shot back somewhere... | |
 | 1857 - 894 sayfa
...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...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... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1856 - 386 sayfa
...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...clear, When our world-deafen'd ear Is by the tones of a lov'd voice caress' d, — A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast And a lost pulse of feeling... | |
 | Friedrich Max Müller - 1857 - 192 sayfa
...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- deafen'd ear ls by the tones of a lov'd voice caress'd, — A bolt is shot back somewhere in... | |
 | Max Muller - 1858 - 226 sayfa
...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,... | |
 | R. C. J. - 1866 - 304 sayfa
...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...clear, When our world-deafen'd ear Is by the tones of a lov'd voice caress'd,— A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast And a lost pulse of feeling stirs... | |
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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. 
