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" Now I look back, and meadow, manse, and stream Dimly my thought defines; I only see — a dream within a dream — The hill-top hearsed with pines. I only hear above his place of rest Their tender undertone, The infinite longings of a troubled breast,... "
1855-1874 - الصفحة 344
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Wisconsin Journal of Education, المجلد 27

1897 - عدد الصفحات: 404
...filled the air, And baffled my pursuit. Now I look back, and meadow, manse and stream Dimly my thot defines; I only see — a dream within a dream —...hear, above his place of rest Their tender undertone, 14 The infinite longings of a troubled breast, The voice so like his own. There in seclusion and remote...

The Atlantic Monthly, المجلد 14

1864 - عدد الصفحات: 816
...there, The one low voice was mute ; Only an unseen presence filled the air, And baffled my pursuit. Now I look back, and meadow, manse, and stream Dimly...longings of a troubled breast, The voice so like his own. VOI- XIV. 12 There in seclusion and remote from men The wizard hand lies cold, Which at its topmost...

The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1867 - عدد الصفحات: 482
...there, The one low voice was mute ; (inly an unseen presence filled the air, And baflled my pursuit. Now I look back, and meadow, manse, and stream Dimly my thought defines ; l only see—a dream within a dream — The hill-top hearsed with pines. l only hear above his place...

The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1874 - عدد الصفحات: 384
...there, The one low voice was mute ; Only an unseen presence filled the air, And baffled my pursuit. Now I look back, and meadow, manse, and stream Dimly...above his place of rest Their tender undertone, The infmite longings of a troubled breast, The voice so like his own. There in seclusion and remote from...

Wayside Wells; Or, Thoughts from Deepdale

Alexander Lamont - 1874 - عدد الصفحات: 396
...there, The one low voice was mute ; Only an unseen presence filled the air, And baffled my pursuit. Now I look back, and meadow, manse, and stream Dimly...The hill-top hearsed with pines. I only hear above this place of rest Their tender undertone, The infinite longings of a troubled breast, The voice so...

Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - عدد الصفحات: 392
...there, The one low voice was mute ; Onlv an unseen presence filled the air, And baffled my pursuit. Now I look back, and meadow, manse, and stream Dimly...seclusion and remote from men The wizard hand lies cold, Whichatits topmost speed let fall the pen, And left the tale half told. Ah ! who shall lift that wand...

Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - عدد الصفحات: 560
...unseen presence filled the air, And baffled my pursuit. Now I look back, and meadow, manse, and strcam Dimly my thought defines ; I only see — a dream...within a dream — The hill-top hearsed with pines. [ only hear above his place of rest Their tender undertone, The infinite longings of a troubled breast,...

The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Reprinted from the Revised ...

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1877 - عدد الصفحات: 634
...there, The one low voice was mute ; Only an unseen presence filled the air, And baffled my pursuit. Now I look back, and meadow, manse, and stream, Dimly...within a dream — The hill-top hearsed with pines. 4 I only hear above his place of rest Their tender undertone, The infinite longings of a troubled breast,...

The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1877 - عدد الصفحات: 400
...And baffled my pursuit. Now I look back, and meadow, manse, and stream Dimly my thought defines ; J only see — a dream within a dream— The hill-top hearsed with pines. f only hear above his place of rest Their tender undertone, The infinite longings of a troubled breast,...

Poems of America, المجلدات 1-2

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1878 - عدد الصفحات: 638
...there, The one low voice was mute ; Only an unseen presence filled the air, And baffled my pursuit. Now I look back, and meadow, manse, and stream Dimly...longings of a troubled breast, The voice so like his own. Which at its topmost speed let fall the pen, And left the tale half told. Ah ! who shall lift that...




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