 | Matthew Arnold - 1885 - 280 頁
...infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand...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 in our... | |
 | 1886 - 224 頁
...lore, Tell what the earth is saying unto me : The secret is too great. George Eliot. THE BURIED LIFE. ONLY— but this is rare— When a beloved hand is...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 in... | |
 | 1886 - 222 頁
...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 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... | |
 | 1888 - 936 頁
...any way distinctively Christian. Love, he cries, has power to reveal a man's nature to himself, — " 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... | |
 | Sir Henry Stewart Cunningham - 1890 - 328 頁
...solitude Olivia's gentle soul was now becoming painfully aware. CHAPTER XXXIV A SUNDAY ON THE THAMES ' A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast, And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again ; The eyes sink inward and the heart lies plain, And what we mean we say,... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893 - 462 頁
...all our day. Only, bat this is rare I When a beloved hand is laid in oars, When, jaded with the runh and glare Of the interminable 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 in our... | |
 | Clara Sherwood Rollins - 1894 - 178 頁
...must have dunt Chatlotte. aunt Charlotte. a Sunday poem," and she read aloud: "The Buried Life." " Only — but this is rare— When a beloved hand is...bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast, And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again. And then he thinks he knows The hills where his life rose, And the sea... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1895 - 540 頁
...airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable...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 in our... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 810 頁
...convey A melancholy into all our day. When a beloved hand is laid in ours, Only — but this is rare — When, Jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable...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 in our... | |
 | 1896 - 246 頁
...kindly time will cover their remains Beneath a sod of noble thoughts and deeds. INTIMATION. IRONQUILL. ONLY —but this is rare— When a beloved hand is...world-deafened ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caress'd, — A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast, And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again... | |
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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. 
