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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. "
Poems: In Two Volumes - Side 377
av Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863
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The Tribute: A Collection of Miscellaneous Unpublished Poems by Various Authors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
...birth, We stood tranced in long embraces, Mixt with kisses sweeter, sweeter, Than any 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...
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volum 66

1838 - 556 sider
...visionary form, by which the writer is supposed to be haunted, amidst the streets of a crowded city: — ' It leads me forth at evening, It lightly winds and steals In a cold white robe before me, Where all my spirit reels At the shouts, the leagues of light, And the roaring of the wheels. ' Do...
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The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and ..., Volum 79

Edmund Burke - 1838 - 862 sider
...birth. We stood tranced in long embraces. Mixt with kisses sweeter, sweeter, Than 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...
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The General Baptist repository, and Missionary observer [afterw.] The ...

1877 - 506 sider
...love. When bereavement is recent, and the chill of death pierces us to the bone, and we are saying, " Ah, Christ, that it were possible For one short hour...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 from its hold, or the...
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The Living Age, Volum 107

1870 - 846 sider
...beforehand to the longing cry — " Oh, Christ, that it were possible After long years to lee The goujs we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be ! " It is entitled " A Voice from Afar : " " Weep not for me: — Be blithe aa wont, nor tinge with...
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The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volum 25

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1845 - 652 sider
...sweeter, sweeter Than any thing on earth ! A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee ; Oh, CHRIST! that it were possible, For one short hour, to see The souls we love, that they might tell in What and where they be ! It leads me forth at evening, And lightly winds...
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Notes and Queries

1875 - 676 sider
...hand, great Anarch ! lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all." flunciad, last lines. "Ah. Christ, that it were possible For one short hour...loved, that they might tell us What and where they be." Tennyson's Matul, p. ii. iv. 3. " 0 that it were possible we might But hold some two days' conference...
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Notes and Queries

1895 - 666 sider
..."Wood" and "code" are but indifferent rhymes. In the beautiful lines— Ab Christ, that it were penible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell as What and where they be — the sacred name was certainly not pronounced aa in "Christopher," for...
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The Irish Quarterly Review, Volum 5,Del 1

1855 - 724 sider
...kisses sweeter sweeter Than any thing on earth. A shadow flits before mo, Not thou, but like to theu ; Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour...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 robe before me, When all my...
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The New quarterly review, and digest of current literature, Volum 4

1855 - 534 sider
...Mix'd with kisses sweeter, sweeter Than any thing on earth. A shmlow flits hefore me, Not thnn, hut like to thee ; Ah Christ, that it were possible, For...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 robe hefore me, When all...
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