 | August Gottlieb Meissner - 1784 - 630 páginas
...vague and forlorn, From the soul's subterranean depth upborne, As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy...hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world-deafened ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caressed, — A bolt is shot back somewhere... | |
 | 1856 - 634 páginas
...time, vague and forlorn, From the soul's subterranean depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. 'Only — but this is rare — J . When a beloved hand is laid in our's, When jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1855 - 270 páginas
...time, vague and forlorn, From the soul's subterranean depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy...hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world-deafen'd ear Is by the tones of a lov'd voice caress'd, — A bolt is shot back somewhere... | |
 | University magazine - 1855 - 784 páginas
...the soul's subterranean depth upborne As from an indefinitely distant land. Come airs, and flouting echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day....hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world-deafen 'd ear Is by the tones of a lov'd voice caress'd,— A bolt is shot back somewhere... | |
 | 1855 - 804 páginas
...the soul's subterranean depth upborne As from an indefinitely distant hind, Come airs, and Heating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day....but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in onrs, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes... | |
 | 1857 - 894 páginas
...time, vague and forlorn, From the soul's subterranean depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy...Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, • When our world-deafen'd ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caressed, — A bolt is shot back somewhere... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1856 - 348 páginas
...time, vague and forlorn, From the soul's subterranean depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy...hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world-deafen'd ear Is by the tones of a lov'd voice caress'd, — A bolt is shot back somewhere... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1856 - 350 páginas
...subterranean depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convoy A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is...hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world-deafen'd ear Is by the tones of a lov'd voice caress'd, — A bolt is shot back somewhere... | |
 | Friedrich Max Müller - 1857 - 192 páginas
...and forlorn, power, From the soul's subterranean depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes and convey A melancholy...hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world- deafen'd ear ls by the tones of a lov'd voice caress'd, — A bolt is shot back somewhere... | |
 | Max Muller - 1858 - 226 páginas
...vague and forlorn, From the soul's subterranean depth upborne, As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy...hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world-deafen'd ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caress'd, — A bolt is shot back somewhere... | |
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A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again : The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain, And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know. 
