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" A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee : Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be. "
Notes and Queries - Side 126
1895
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The Tribute: A Collection of Miscellaneous Unpublished Poems by Various Authors

Spencer Joshua Alwyne Compton Marquis of Northampton - 1837 - 448 sider
...thing on earth. A shadow flits before me — Not thou, but like to thee. Ah God ! that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be. It leads me forth at Evening, It lightly winds and steals In a cold white...
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The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and ..., Volum 79

Edmund Burke - 1838 - 862 sider
...anything on earth. A shadow flits before me — Not thou, but like to thee, Ah God ! that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be. It leads me forth at evening, It lightly winds and steals In a cold white...
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The General Baptist repository, and Missionary observer [afterw.] The ...

1877 - 506 sider
...and the chill of death pierces us to the bone, and we are saying, " Ah, Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be." We are helplessly driven on to the shores of eternity, like sea- weed loosened...
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The Irish Quarterly Review, Volum 5,Del 1

1855 - 724 sider
...thing on earth. A shadow flits before mo, Not thou, but like to theu ; Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be. It leads me forth at evening It lightly winds and steals In a cold white...
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The New quarterly review, and digest of current literature, Volum 4

1855 - 534 sider
...on earth. A shmlow flits hefore me, Not thnn, hut like to thee ; Ah Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour, to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be ! It leads me forth at evening, It lightly winds and steals In a cold white...
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volum 46

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1855 - 704 sider
...on earth. 'A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thce : Ah! CUKIST! that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be ! ' It leads me forth at evening, It lightly winds and steals In a cola white...
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Maud: And Other Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 436 sider
...on earth. 8. A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee ; Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be. 4. It leads me forth at evening, It lightly winds and steals In a cold white...
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The National Review, Volum 1

Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1855 - 520 sider
...on earth. " A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee ; Ah, Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be. " It leads me forth at evening, It lightly winds and steals In a cold white...
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Maud, and Other Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 176 sider
...2. MAUD. 3. A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee ; Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be. 4. It leads me forth at evening, It lightly winds and steals In a cold white...
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Fashionable Life

Mary Henderson Eastman - 1856 - 406 sider
...light that turns to darkness. I wish I could know of the future. " Ah ! Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be." " You cannot now, Irene," I said, " beyond what God has revealed to us...
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