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" Half-way up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons with its hands '• From its case of massive oak, Like a monk, who, under his cloak, Crosses himself, and sighs, alas! With sorrowful voice to all who pass, — "Forever — never ! Never — forever... "
Poems - Page 97
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1853
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The Soul's welfare, Volumes 1-3

1850 - 642 pages
...its station in the hall An Ancient Timepiece says to all, " For ever — never! Never — for ever !" Half-way up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons...sighs, alas ! With sorrowful voice to all who pass : " For ever — never ! Never — for ever I1' By day his voice is low and light, But in the silent...
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Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 462 pages
...station in the hall An ancient timepiece says to all, — " For ever — never! Never — for ever!" Halfway up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons...sighs, alas ! With sorrowful voice to all who pass, — " For ever — never ! Never — for ever!" By day its voice is low and light ; But in the silent...
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The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 pages
...station in the hall An ancient timepiece says to all, — " For ever — never ! Never — for ever !" Halfway up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons...sighs, alas ! With sorrowful voice to all who pass, — "For ever — never ! Never — for ever ! " By day its voice is low and light ; But in the silent...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 23

1851 - 608 pages
...station in the hall An ancient time-piece says to all — ' For ever— never ! Never — for ever !' Half-way up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons...sighs, 'Alas !' With sorrowful voice to all who pass — ' For ever — never ! Never — for ever !' By day its voice is low and light, But in the silent...
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and People

Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 pages
...from its station in the hall An ancient time-piece says to all: "Forever—never! Never—forever!" Half-way up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons...sighs, alas! With sorrowful voice to all who pass: " Forever—never! Never—forever!" Through days of sorrow and of mirth, • Through days of death...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 69

1851 - 856 pages
...For ever — never ! Never — for ever ! ' Half-way up the stairs it stands, And points and beckous with its hands, From its case of massive oak, Like...sighs, ' Alas ! ' With sorrowful voice to all who pau — ' For ever — never ! Never — for ever ! * By day its voice a low and light, But in the...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 69

1851 - 812 pages
...throw ; And from its station in the h ill An ancient time piece says to all — Never — for ever !' Half-way up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons with Its hands, From its case of massive onk, Like a monk who, under his cloak, Crosses himself, and sighs, • Alas !' With sorrowful voice...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 69

1851 - 792 pages
...all — * For ever — never ! Never — for ever ! ' Half-way np the stairs it stands, And pointa and beckons with its hands, From its case of massive oak, Like a monk who, nnder his cloak, Crosses himself, and sighs, ' Alas ! ' With sorrowfnl voice to all who pu» — '...
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and People, Volume 1

Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 344 pages
...Across its antique portico Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw ; And from its station in the hall An ancient time-piece says to all : " Forever —...who pass : " Forever — never ! Never — forever !" Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift...
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Voices of the Night, and Other Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1852 - 256 pages
...Across its antique portico Tall poplar trees their shadows throw ; And from its station in the hall An ancient timepiece says to all, — " Forever —...all who pass," Forever — never! Never — forever ! " liy day its voice is low and light ; Hut in the silent dead of night, Distinct as a passing footstep's...
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