 | 1856 - عدد الصفحات: 688
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 | Charles Dickens - 1884 - عدد الصفحات: 804
...told ! In her look of trusting fondness, 1 had seen the look of old. But she rose and turned toward me (Cold and dumb I waited there), With a shriek of...gazed upon each other, He the living : I the dead ! I drew nearer, nearer to her, And I took her trembling hand, Looking on her white face, looking That... | |
 | Adelaide Anne Procter - 1858 - عدد الصفحات: 278
...Oh ! the bitter truth was told, In her look of trusting fondness, — I had seen the look of old ! But she rose and turned towards me (Cold and dumb...gazed upon each other, He the living : I the dead ! I drew nearer, nearer to her, And I took her trembling hand, Looking on her white face, looking That... | |
 | Adelaide Anne Procter - 1858 - عدد الصفحات: 280
...— Oh ! the bitter truth was told, In her look of trusting fondness — I had seen the look of old ! But she rose and turned towards me (Cold and dumb I waited there) Homeward Bound. 57 With a shriek of fear and terror, And a white face of despair. He had been an ancient... | |
 | Margaret T. Downing - 1867 - عدد الصفحات: 394
...her, Oh, the bitter truth was told! In her look of trusting fondness I had seen the look of old. " But she rose and turned towards me, (Cold and dumb...single word we said, While we gazed upon each other, "Bitter tears that desolate moment, Bitter tears we wept, We three broken hearts together, While the... | |
 | Adelaide Anne Procter - 1878 - عدد الصفحات: 446
...— Oh ! the bitter truth was told, In her look of trusting fondness — I had seen the look of old ! But she rose and turned towards me (Cold and dumb I waited there) With a shriei of fear and terror, And a white face of despair. He had been an ancient comrade — Not a single... | |
 | Adelaide Anne Procter - 1884 - عدد الصفحات: 482
...— Oh ! the bitter truth was told, In her look of trusting fondness — I had seen the look of old ! But she rose and turned towards me (Cold and dumb...said, While we gazed upon each other, He the living : .1 the dead. I drew nearer, nearer to her, And I took her trembling hand, Looking on her white face,... | |
 | ADELAIDE A. PROCTER - 1881 - عدد الصفحات: 312
...— Oh ! the bitter truth was told, In her look of trusting fondness— I had seen the look of old! But she rose and turned towards me (Cold and dumb...there) With a shriek of fear and terror, And a white faee of despair. He had been an aneient eomrade, — Not a single word we said, While we gazed upon... | |
 | 1883 - عدد الصفحات: 502
...the look of old I But she rose and turned towards me (Cold and numb I waited there) With a shriek oí fear and terror, And a white face of despair. He had...gazed upon each other, He the living: I the dead! There is not so much similarity in the language of the two poems, but their plots are identically the... | |
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But she rose and turned towards me (Cold and dumb I waited there) With a shriek of fear and terror, And a white face of despair. He had been an ancient comrade — Not a single word we said, While we gazed upon each other, He the living: I the dead! 
