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...time with his father in London in 67 Wimpole Street, referred to in ' In Memoriam,' vii. : — D»rk o, Freedom, no, I will not tell How Rome, before thy weeping face, Arthur used to say to his friends, ' You know you will always find us at sixes and sevens.' _At the...

...that of loss and dereliction, and this is communicated through a picture of London at its dreariest : '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...

...courts, 75 And thec returning on thv silver wheels. Tennyson / from In Memoriam [97] from In Memoriam VII Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the...heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, 4 A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep...

...prepared us for Criseyde's betrayal. I am not so sure. 26 See, for instance, Tennyson's In Memoriam, v11: 'Dark house, by which once more I stand / Here in the long unlovely street.' 27 See Howard Patch, 'Troilus on Determinism', Speculum, 6 (193 1), 225-43, rePr. in Schoeck-Taylor,...

...Pretty remarkable, for a boy of fourteen. (But then, remember Mozart.) Tennyson had the knack, though: Dark house, by which once more I stand, Here in the long, unlovely street. Long, unlovely street . . . unlovely is so perfect. . . . but far away The noise of life begins again,...

...materials. 94 In Mem 7 In Memoriam: Web Uieui I In Memoriam a Section 7 381 documents ta (compared to 119) Dark house, by which once more I stand, Here in the long unlovely street, Q Doors, where my heart was used to beat • So quickly, waiting (or a hand, s A hand that can be clasp'd...

...our grief as we return to the workaday world. Dark House The house is the lost vestige of friendship. Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the...guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. We go to the place of our memory but the house is dark. It was the hand of our friend that invited...

...the little lives of men. (Fr. II, 1. 7-8) EBW; ELP; GTBS-P; NOBE; NoP; OAEL-2; OBNC; PoEL-5; UnPo 20 GBL; HelP; InPS; LiTB; NOBE; NoP; OAEL-1; OBEV; OBSC;...TrGrPo The Merchant of Venice 118 Signor Antonio, (Fr. VII, 1. 1-3) 21 The noise of life begins again. And ghastly through the drizzling rain On the...

...needed 'the sad mechanic exercise'. Canto vn gives us the poet's desolation with terrible simplicity: Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the...unlovely street, Doors where my heart was used to beat... And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day. Much, much later in the...