 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...  In Memoriam - Page 9de Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 210 pagesAffichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
 | Kurt Abraham - 2002 - 244 pages
...continued to sell well for many years. In the early part of the poem Tennyson laments the loss of his friend: Dark house, by which once more I stand Here...So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasped no more — Behold me, for 1 cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning... | |
 | Gregory Orr - 2002 - 250 pages
...the seventh poem from the sequence, in which the poet visits the London house where his friend lived: 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 I creep At earliest morning... | |
 | Sophie Fuller, Lloyd Whitesell - 2002 - 344 pages
...anyone & am now a wreck & broken-hearted man." (Elgar to laeger, II Nov. 19o3) Compare this to Tennyson: Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the...heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand . . . (In McntQriam 7:1-4) He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again. And ghastly... | |
 | Marion Zimmer Bradley - 2003 - 580 pages
...the point of doing anything?" Colin had no answers for her. NINE NEWYORK, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 30, 1969 Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the...heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand. ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON "THE SUN! COMES THE SUN! BY OAK AND ASH AND THORN, THE sun! Comes the sun! "... | |
 | Ian Hunter - 2003 - 288 pages
...stirring in Number 67. Muggeridge: What a place to see as a deserted shrine! What desolation! Kingsmill: Dark house by which once more I stand Here in the...heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand . . . Muggeridge: How he must have loved him to face the dawn in Wimpole Street! These rich houses,... | |
 | Michael Kennedy - 2004 - 244 pages
...perceptive essay, has drawn a parallel between this letter and verses from Tennyson's In Memoriam (eg 'Dark house, by which once more I stand / Here in the long unlovely street') , written as an elegy for the poet's friend Arthur H. Hallam." This has been further explored by the... | |
 | James E. Miller Jr. - 2008 - 494 pages
...Tennyson describes his melancholy visit to the empty house of his now dead friend, Arthur Henry Hallam: "Dark house, by which once more I stand / Here in...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... | |
 | James E. Miller Jr. - 2008 - 494 pages
...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...creep / At earliest morning to the door. // He is not there; but far away / The noise of life begins again / And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain / On the... | |
 | John D. Rosenberg - 2005 - 304 pages
...indeed Alfred Tennyson who stands, ghostlike and guilty, on the wet pavement outside Hallam's door: Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the...unlovely street. Doors, where my heart was used to beat i So quickly, waiting for a hand - i A hand that can be clasped no more Behold me, for I cannot sleep,... | |
| |
