 | 1866 - 924 pages
...— though I am toss'd jato the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But...esteem And all that's dear. Even those I loved the best Arc strange — nay, they are stranger than the ¡ long for scenes where man has never trod, For scenes... | |
 | 1865 - 520 pages
...— though I am toss'd Into the nothingness of scorn, and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But the huge shipwreck of mine own esteem, And all that's dear. Even those I loved the best Are strange — nay, they are stranger... | |
 | 1878 - 368 pages
...of my life's esteems, And e'en the dearest — that I loved the best — Are strange — nay, rather stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man has never trod, A place where woman never smiled or wept ; There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 1000 pages
...— though I am tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, ravage they have wrought For such as he can * time's...all that cannot pass away. Go thou to Rome, — at o Aro strange — nay, they are stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man has never trod, For... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 pages
...nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life nor th a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for...chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this ear I long for scenes where man has never trod, For scenes where woman never smiled or wept ; There to... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1882 - 1002 pages
...noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither souse of life iior joys, But the hngo all Reprieve th — imy, they are stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man has never trod, For scenes where... | |
 | 1886 - 494 pages
...— though I am tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and worse, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life nor joys, But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And all that 's dear. Even those I loved the best Are strange : — nay they are stranger than the rest. I... | |
 | FRANCIS T. PALGRAVE - 1906 - 538 pages
...— though I am toss'd Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But...strange — nay, they are stranger than the rest. I Second Series 229 I long for scenes where man has never trod — For scenes where woman never smiled... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1897 - 376 pages
...— though I am toss'd Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But...Are strange— nay, they are stranger than the rest. Second Series 229 I long for scenes where man has never trod — For scenes where woman never smiled... | |
 | Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - 1901 - 1190 pages
...— though I am toss'd Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And all that 's dear. Even those I loved the best Are strange — nay, they are stranger than the rest. I long... | |
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I long for scenes, where man has never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God; And sleep as I in childhood, sweetly slept, Full of high thoughts, unborn. So let me lie, The grass below; above, the vaulted sky. 
