 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 breaks the blank day.  In Memoriam - Page 9by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1867 - 211 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1907 - 376 pages
...the sea, that separates like death. ii. Touch of a vanished hand. Cf. h Memoriam, VH, and iHJ. x, ' Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand," " And hands so often clasp'd in mine Should toss with tangle and with shells," also ibid, xin, 6, 7,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1908 - 610 pages
...father was writing to Arthur Hallam in the hour that he died. — ED.] p. 293. Section vn. Verse i. Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street. 67 Wimpole Street [the house of the historian Henry Hallam. AHH used to say, " You will always find... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1908 - 606 pages
...father was writing to Arthur Hallam in the hour that he died. — ED.] /. 293. Section vn. Verse i. Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlo1'ely street. 67 Wimpole Street [the house of the historian Henry Hallam. AHH used to say, " You... | |
 | William Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson - English poetry - 1911 - 792 pages
...And what to me remains of good ? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me no second friend. 120 VII 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... | |
 | Arthur H. R. Fairchild - Poetry - 1912 - 294 pages
...is to arouse rfeeling. Tennyson, in restless grief, goes at early morning to visit Hallam's house: "Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the...At earliest morning to the door. "He is not here; but/ar away . The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street... | |
 | Arthur H. R. Fairchild - Poetry - 1912 - 290 pages
...object is to arouse feeling. Tennyson, in restless grief, goes at early morning to visit Hallam's house: "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... | |
 | Arthur St. John Adcock - Artists - 1912 - 412 pages
...enshrined his memory for ever in his In Memoriam ; where, too, he pictures this house and this street : " Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the...So quickly, waiting for a hand. A hand that can be clasped no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing 1 creep At earliest morning... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - British literature - 1913 - 1092 pages
...And what to me remains of go. id? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me no second friend. desire, love The people ! whom God aid ! Feria. You will be...hlizabc/h. Wherefore pause you — what? Feria. Nay, л hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, . And like a guilty... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - English poetry - 1915 - 956 pages
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1920 - 1090 pages
...end? And what to me remains of good? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me no second friend. vu. play such pranks as these. Clara, Clara Vere de Vere,...at your gate, Nor any poor about your lands? Oh ! I le is not here ; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain... | |
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