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" But the broad light glares and beats, And the shadow flits and fleets And will not let me be ; And I loathe the squares and streets, And the faces that one meets, Hearts with no love for me: Always I long to creep Into some still cavern deep, There to... "
The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and Literature for ... - Sivu 403
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The Tribute: A Collection of Miscellaneous Unpublished Poems by Various Authors

Spencer Joshua Alwyne Compton Marquis of Northampton - 1837 - 448 sivua
...that met me, That heard me softly call — Came glimmering thro' the laurels At the quiet even-fall, In the garden by the turrets Of the old Manorial Hall....still cavern deep, And to weep, and weep and weep Get thee hence, nor come again Pass and cease to move about — Pass, thou death-like type of pain,...

The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Nide 25

1845 - 888 sivua
...through the laurels, At the quiet evening fall, In the garden, by the terrace Of the old manorial hall. The broad light glares and beats, And the sunk eye...faces that one meets, Hearts with no love for me; Only I long to creep To some still cavern deep, And weep, and weep, and weep My whole soul out to thee!...

The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Nide 25

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1845 - 652 sivua
...the garden, by the terrace Of the old manorial hall. The broad light glares and beats, And the sunn eye flits and fleets, And will not let me be ; I loathe...the faces that one meets, Hearts with no love for me ; Only I long to creep To Home still cavern deep, And weep, and weep, and weep My whole soul out to...

The Irish Quarterly Review, Nide 5,Osa 1

1855 - 724 sivua
...rest?' But the broad light glares and beats, And the shadow flits and fleets And will not let me be; And I loathe the squares and streets. And the faces that...Hearts with no love for me : Always I long to creep Into some still cavern deep, There to weep, and weep, and weep My whole soul out to thee. Here all...

Maud, and Other Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 180 sivua
...But the broad light glares and beats, And the shadow flits and fleets And will not let me be ; And I loathe the squares and streets, And the faces that...Hearts with no love for me : Always I long to creep Into some still cavern deep, There to weep, and weep, and weep My whole soul out to thee. 13. XXV....

American Monthly Knickerbocker, Nide 46

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1855 - 706 sivua
...'But the broad light glares and beats, And the shadow flits and fleets, And will not let me be ; And I loathe the squares and streets, And the faces that...Hearts with no love for me : Always I long to creep Into some still cavern deep, There to weep, and weep, and weep My whole soul out to thee.' ТПЕ TRIUMPH...

Maud, and Other Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 176 sivua
...But the broad light glares and beats, And the shadow flits and fleets And will not let me be ; And I loathe the squares and streets, And the faces that...Hearts with no love for me : Always I long to creep Into some still cavern deep, There to weep, and weep, and weep My whole soul out to thee. 13. XXV....

The Irish quarterly review, Nide 5

1855 - 1428 sivua
...glares and beats, And the shadow tilts and lleeta And will not let me be; And I loathe the squures nnd streets, And the faces that one meets, Hearts with no love for me : Always I long to creep Into some still cavern deep, There to weep, and we^p, and weep My whole soul out to thec. Here all...

American Monthly Knickerbocker, Nide 46

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1855 - 704 sivua
...'But the broad light glares and beats, And the shadow flits and fleets, And will not let me be ; And I loathe the squares and streets, And the faces that one meets, Hearts with no love for tne : Always I long to creep Into some still cavern deep, There to weep, and weep, and weep lly whole...

The Irish Quarterly Review, Nide 5

1855 - 1416 sivua
...But the broad light glares and bcata, And the shadow flits and fleet* And u ill not let me be; And I loathe the squares and streets, And the faces that one meets. Hearts with no love fur me : Always I long to creep Into some still cavern deep, There to weep, and weep, and weep My whole...




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