 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...  Littell's Living Age - Seite 1641850Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Ralph Philip Boas, Edwin Smith - 1925 - 490 Seiten
...its use in Tennyson's poem. This is iambic tetrameter in all four verses rhyming ab, ba, for example: "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 blank day." The quatrain is an easy and popular... | |
 | Frederick Alexander Manchester, William Frederic Giese - 1926 - 906 Seiten
...which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasped...far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day. IV A HAPPY lover who has come To... | |
 | Clara Elizabeth Laughlin - 1926 - 652 Seiten
...street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like...far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day. From Number 50 Wimpole Street, on... | |
 | Edwin Markham - 1927 - 402 Seiten
...which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasped...for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly through the drizzling rain... | |
 | 1899 - 538 Seiten
...which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasped no more — lïehold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door.... | |
 | Hendrik Poutsma - 1928 - 570 Seiten
...morning. EM. BRONTE, Wuth. Heights, Ch. XVII, 93ft. He leads me forth at evening. TEN., Maud, II, IV, iv. And like a guilty thing I creep | At earliest morning to the door, id.. In Mem. VII. II. He who is Indeed of the brotherhood does not voyage in quest of the picturesque,... | |
 | R. P. Hewett - 1985 - 322 Seiten
...Doors, where my 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...guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. 8 He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain... | |
 | Paul Delany, George P. Landow - 1991 - 372 Seiten
...So quickly, waiting (or a hand, s A hand that can be clasp'd no more Behold me for I cannot sleep, P And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He Is not here; buffar away The noise of life begins again, a And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street... | |
 | Carol T. Olson - 1993 - 232 Seiten
...street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat 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 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson - 1994 - 644 Seiten
...street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a...here; but far away The noise of life begins again, VIII A happy lover who has come To look on her that loves him well, Who 'lights and rings the gateway... | |
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