 I could but mark ; The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark. Oft died the words upon our lips, As suddenly, from out the fire Built of the wreck of stranded ships, The flames would leap and then expire.  In the Spring-time. A Novel - Page 52by Helen Gabrielle - 1877 - 251 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1849 - 648 pages
...they feel, with secret pain, Their lives henceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again. The first slight swerving of the heart, That words...unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which he spake Had something strange, I could but mark ; The leaves of memory seemed... | |
 | William Howitt - 1848 - 432 pages
...they feel with secret pain, Their lives thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again. The first slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to exprese, And leave it still unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which... | |
 | William Henry Channing - 1850 - 706 pages
...one again. The first slight swerving of the heart, Thai words are powerless to express, And leaves it still unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which, we spoke Had something strange, I could but mark; The leaves of memory seemed... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 476 pages
...they feel, with secret pain, Their lives thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be on£ again ; The first slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express, The very tones in which we spake Had something strange, I could but mark ; The leaves of memory seemed... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 pages
...they feel, with secret pain, Their lives thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again ; The first slight swerving of the heart, That words...unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which we spake Had something strange, I could but mark ; Oft died the words upon our... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1852 - 256 pages
...they feel, with secret pain, Their lives thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again ; The first slight swerving of the heart, That words...unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones iu which we spake Had something strange, I eould but mark ; The leaves of memory seemed... | |
 | Alice Cary - 1852 - 378 pages
...lovers, and Margaret was too much engaged with her own thoughts to speak to, or notice him. It was not of the first slight swerving of the heart, that words are powerless to express, that she mused, but — " Of all that fills the hearts of friends When first they feel, with secret... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 234 pages
...they feel, with secret pain, Their lives thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again ; The first slight swerving of the heart, That words...unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which we spake Had something strange, I could but mark ; The leaves of memory seemed... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 pages
...they feel, with secret pain, Their lives thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again ; The first slight swerving of the heart, That words...unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which we spake Had something strange, I could but mark ; The leaves of memory seemed... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1853 - 470 pages
...they feel, with secret pain, Their lives thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again ; The first slight swerving of the heart, That words...unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which we spake Had something strange, I could but mark ; The leaves of memory seemed... | |
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