...Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can he clasp 'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like...far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day. VII. VIII. A HAPPY lover who Las...

...street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like...far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day. VII. VIII. A HAPPY lover who has...

...street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like...far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank dav. VIII. A HAPPY lover who has come...

...Dooi*, where my heart was used to beat So quicUy, waiting tor a hand, — A hand that can be clasp-d no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like...away, The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro- the drizzling rain, On the bald streets breaks the blank day." TENNYSON-S " In Memoriam," vii....

...where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, — • A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like...away, The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain, On the bald streets breaks the blank day." TENNYSON'S " In Memoriam" vii....

...am be clasp'd no more— Bohold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I ereep At earliesI, morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day. i VIII. A BAITY lover who has eomo...

...which once more I stand, Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasped...Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing 1 creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here ; but far away The noise of life begins again,...

...street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting lor a hand, A hand that tan be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like...far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day. VIII. A HAPPY lover who has come...

...which once more I stand, Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasped no more, — Behold me, for I -annot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest mormng to the door. He is not here ; but...

...LANDS OF PALM." DI MG WIGHTWIOK (51. GW), AUTHOR OF " TENDRILS," &c., &o CHAPTER IX. AT THE CHASE. " He is not here ; but far away, The noise of life begins again." — In Memoriam. WITH the receiving of Frederika's letter, Carewe's perplexities were by no means at...