 | 1859 - عدد الصفحات: 626
...Gently to me : but indeed Hour by hour sped on, I knew not What the words meant — I was freed 1 " Yet at last it rushed upon me, And my heart beat full and fest; What were now my years of waiting ? What was all the dreary past? Nothing — to the impatient... | |
 | 1856 - عدد الصفحات: 688
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 | Charles Dickens - 1884 - عدد الصفحات: 804
...to earthly things) Only strains the sad heart's fibres — Joy, bright stranger, breaks the strings Yet at last it rushed upon me, And my heart beat full...waiting, What was all the dreary past ? Nothing to th' impatient throbbing I must bear across the sea : Nothing to the eternal hours Still between my... | |
 | Adelaide Anne Procter - 1858 - عدد الصفحات: 280
...to earthly things) Only strains the sad heart's fibres — Joy, bright stranger, breaks the strings. Yet at last it rushed upon me, And my heart beat full...to the eternal hours Still between my home and me ! How the voyage passed, I know not ; Strange it was once more to stand With my countrymen around me,... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1859 - عدد الصفحات: 628
...Gently to me : but indeed Hour by hour sped on, I knew not What the words meant — I was freed ! " Yet at last it rushed upon me, And my heart beat full...impatient throbbing I must bear across the sea ; Nothing ta tlie eternal hour» Still between my home and me." As in these lines, the poetic imagination has... | |
 | Adelaide Anne Procter - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 438
...akin to earthly things) Only strains the sad heart's fibres, Joy, bright stranger, breaks the strings. Yet at last it rushed upon me, And my heart beat full...— to the eternal hours Still between my home and mo ! • How the voyage passed I know not ; Strange it was once more to stand With my countrymen around... | |
 | ADELAIDE A. PROCTER - 1881 - عدد الصفحات: 312
...heart's fibres, Joy, bright stranger, breaks the strings. Yet at last it rushed upon me, And my In.art beat full and fast; What were now my years of waiting,...Nothing — to the impatient throbbing I must bear aeross the sea: Nothing — to the eternal hours Still between my home and How the voyage passed, I... | |
 | New York (N.Y.). Collegiate Church - 1891 - عدد الصفحات: 164
...ten years by the Moors, thus tell of his release and of his turning toward his home. He says : io9 " My heart beat full and fast : What were now my years...to the eternal hours Still between my home and me." But to the old-age that is like Anna's there is no "impatient throbbing " to be borne "across the sea"... | |
 | 1894 - عدد الصفحات: 214
...akin to earthly things) Only strains the sad heart's fibres, Joy, bright stranger, breaks the strings. Yet at last it rushed upon me, And my heart beat full...waiting, What was all the dreary past? Nothing — to the eternal hours Still between my home and me ! How the voyage passed, I know not ; Strange it was once... | |
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Better so, perhaps; while sorrow (More akin to earthly things) Only strains the sad heart's fibres — Joy, bright stranger, breaks the strings. Yet at last it rushed upon me, And my heart beat full and fast; What were now my years of waiting, What was... 
