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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... "
Annual Register - Page 403
1838
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The Tribute: A Collection of Miscellaneous Unpublished Poems by Various Authors

Spencer Joshua Alwyne Compton Marquis of Northampton - English literature - 1837 - 422 pages
...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,...
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The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volume 25

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, John Holmes Agnew, Kinahan Cornwallis - American periodicals - 1845
...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!...
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The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volume 25

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - Periodicals - 1845
...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...
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The Irish Quarterly Review, Volume 5, Part 1

Ireland - 1855
...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...
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Maud, and other poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1855
...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....
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The Knickerbocker: Or, New York Monthly Magazine, Volume 46

Periodicals - 1855
...'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...
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MAUD, AND OTHER POEMS.

ALFRED TENNYSON, D.C.L., - 1855
...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....
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The Irish quarterly review, Volume 5

1855
...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...
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The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volume 46

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - Periodicals - 1855
...'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...
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The Irish Quarterly Review, Volume 5

Ireland - 1855
...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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