 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...  Uncle Ralph: A Tale - 257. lappuseautors: Margaret Agnes Paull - 1858 - 316 lapasPilnskats - Par šo grāmatu
 | Spencer Joshua Alwyne Compton Marquis of Northampton - 1837 - 448 lapas
...Hall. Then the broad light glares and beats, And the sunk eye flits and fleets, And will not let me be. I loathe the squares and streets, And the faces that...meets, Hearts with no love for me ; Always I long to creep To some still cavern deep, And to weep, and weep and weep Get thee hence, nor come again Pass... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1838 - 862 lapas
...hall. Then the broad light glares and beats, And the sunk eye flits and fleets, And will not let me be, I loathe the squares and streets. And the faces that...meets, Hearts with no love for me ; Always I long to creep To some still cavern deep, And to weep, and weep, and weep My whole soul out to thee. Get thee... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1845 - 652 lapas
...hall. The broad light glares and beats, And the sunn eye flits and fleets, And will not let me be ; I loathe the squares and streets, And 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... | |
 | 1855 - 724 lapas
...ask her, ' take me, sweet, To the regions of thy rest?' But the broad light glares and beats, And the shadow flits and fleets And will not let me be; And...meets, 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 176 lapas
...her, « take me, sweet, To the regions of thy rest ' ? But the broad light glares and beats, And the shadow flits and fleets And will not let me be ; And...meets, 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.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 180 lapas
...her,' take me, sweet, To the regions of thy rest ?' 18. But the broad light glares and beats, And the shadow flits and fleets And will not let me be ; And...meets, 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. Dead,... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1855 - 706 lapas
...her, 'Take me, sweet, To the regions of thy rest? ' 'But the broad light glares and beats, And the shadow flits and fleets, And will not let me be ;...meets, 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... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1855 - 704 lapas
...her, ' Take me, sweet^ To the regions of thy restf ' 'But the broad light glares and beats, And the shadow flits and fleets, And will not let me be ;...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... | |
 | 1855 - 1416 lapas
...regious of thy reat ?' 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... | |
 | 1855 - 1428 lapas
...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... | |
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