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" A hand that can be clasp'd no more Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks... "
The British Controversialist and Literary Magazine - Page 362
1864
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The Living Age ..., Volume 26

1850
...yet striking simplicity is the cold estrangement of a sudden losa expressed in these brief stanzas : Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the...unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat Sa quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasped no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep,...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 210 pages
...end ? And what to me remains of good ? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me, no second friend. DARK house, by which once more I stand Here in the...So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 210 pages
...And what to me remains of good ? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me, no second friend. DAEK house, by which once more I stand Here in the long...So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp 'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning...
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In Memoriam, Issue 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 210 pages
...end ? And what to me remains of good ? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me, no second friend. DARK house, by which once more I stand Here in the...beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can he clasp 'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest...
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In memoriam [by A. Tennyson].

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1851
...And what to me remains of good ? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me, no second friend. Til. DARK house, by which once more I stand Here in the...So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more— Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning...
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The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 182 pages
...And what to me remains of good ? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me, no second friend. VII. DARK house, by which once more I stand Here in the...So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 22

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1851
...recessit." "Arthur Henry Hallam was born in Bedford Place,* London, on the 1st of February, 1811. * " Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street ; Doors, where my heart was wont to be»t So quickly, waiting for a hand." /n Manor ¡am. 1851.] ARTHUR HEXRY HALLAM. Very few...
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The North British review

1851
...versabitur, poslqiiam ab oculis recessit." " Arthur Henry Hallam was born in Bedford Place,* Londpn, on ' Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street ; Doors, where my heart was wont to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand." In AtemuruHK. the 1st of February, 1811. Very few years...
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The Book of Job

1857 - 188 pages
...discern betwixt good and evil. Page 35, Chap. vii. 1C. • • " He shall return no more to his house." " Dark house, by which once more I stand . • Here...quickly, waiting for a hand, — • A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning...
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Force et faiblesse

Frederick William Bryon BOUVERIE - 1858 - 400 pages
...cette heure suprême, Ces têtes que j'aimais. Avare, j'ai moi-même Enfoui mon trésor. VICTOR Ht/ro Dark house by which once more I stand Here in the long unluvely street, Doors where my lieart was nsed to heat So quickly, waiting for a han.l, A hand that...
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