 Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing...  Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People - Сторінка 193автори: Mary Russell Mitford - 1853Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Emma Sheppard - 1809 - 104 стор.
...eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret...life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurl'd— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly No matter how coldly The rough... | |
 | 1853 - 1142 стор.
...by misery and by guilt. When life can but perpetuate bitter memories, the wretched rush from it, " Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled, Any where, any where, Cut of the world." * And not alone the desolate and broken hearted. But those... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 стор.
...eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret...history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled — Any where, any where Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly — No matter how coldly The rough... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1847 - 892 стор.
...intellect seem to bo dead, but to us how unspeakably dear!) might perpetuate the name of Hood : "The Weak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver, But not the dark arch, Nor the hkiclt flowing river; Mad from life's history — Glnd to death's mystery . Swift to he hurled,... | |
 | 742 стор.
...awfully true words of Hood thrill me now, when I remember that moment — " The bleak winds of March Hade her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch, Or...history, Glad to Death's mystery Swift to be hurled, Auywhere ! anywhere out of the world!" I got up from my seat, I walked slowly but unwaveringly towards... | |
 | 474 стор.
...has, we think, more of London in its horror — " Where the lamps quiver, So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret...basement, She stood with amazement, Houseless by night 1 " The bleak winds of March Made her tremble and shiver, But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing... | |
 | 1846 - 608 стор.
...eminence ; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. " Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret...night. " The bleak wind of March Made her tremble nnd shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from fife's history, Glatl to death's... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1845 - 442 стор.
...eminence ; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret...life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1845 - 434 стор.
...eminence ; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret...life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough... | |
 | 1845 - 656 стор.
...fall; now hurrying God knows whither — perhaps to her garrethome— perhaps, wanting that, to the River — '' Mad from life's history* Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled — Any where — any where Out of the world I " As the thought crossed my mind, I turned shuddering,... | |
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