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...Their wings in tears, and skim away . And, with their shut vowels, how hard and dreary these : — And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain, On the bald street breaks the blank day. The stanza is a new one, at least we have not met it before. For a long elegiac poem it is the happiest...

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...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...drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day. VII. VIII. A HAPPY lover who has come To look on her that loves him well, Who lights and rings the...

...street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasped no more, — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like...far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly through the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the Wank day. / VIII. A HAPPY lover who has come...

...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...drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank dav. VIII. A HAPPY lover who has come To look on her that loves him well, Who lights and rings the...

...Dooi*, where my heart was used to beat So quicUy, waiting tor a hand, — A hand that can be clasp-d no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like...And ghastly thro- the drizzling rain, On the bald streets breaks the blank day." TENNYSON-S " In Memoriam," vii. " Neither shall his place know him any...

...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...And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain, On the bald streets breaks the blank day." TENNYSON'S " In Memoriam" vii. " Neither shall his place knoiu him any...

...street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasped no more, — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like...far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly through the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day. VIII. A HAPPY lover who has come...

...am be clasp'd no more— Bohold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I ereep At earliesI, morning to the door. He is not here; but far away...drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day. i VIII. A BAITY lover who has eomo To look on her that loves him well, Who 'lights and rings the gateway...