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" A breathing sigh, a sigh for answer, A little talking of outward things : The careless beck is a merry dancer, Keeping sweet time to the air she sings. A little pain when the beck grows wider ; " Cross to me now — for her wavelets swell : " " I may... "
Poems - Page 12
by Jean Ingelow - 1866 - 256 pages
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The Illustrated Magazine, Volumes 17-18

1864 - 764 pages
...cannot come, We speak, we laugh, but with voices hollow Our hands are hanging— our hearts are numb. A little pain when the beck grows wider " Cross to...swell," " I may not cross," and the voice beside her Family reacheth, tho' heeded well. Jfo backward path. Ah ! no returning. No second crossing that ripple's...
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The Youth's magazine, or Evangelical miscellany, Volume 10

1857 - 770 pages
...talking of outward things, The careless beck is a merry dancer, Keeping sweet time to the air she sings. A little pain when the beck grows wider. " Cross to...crossing that ripple's flow. " Come to me now, for the AVest is burning, Come ere it darkens." Ah no ! ah no ! Then cries of pain, and arms outreaching, The...
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The Irish Temperance League Journal, Volumes 1-3

1863 - 594 pages
...laugh, but with voices hollow ; Our hands are hanging, our hearts are numb. A little pain when tho beck grows wider ; 'Cross to me now for her wavelets...path ; ah ! no returning ; No second crossing that ripples flow : 'Come to mo now, for the west is burning ; Come ere it darkens ';— Ah, no ! ah, no...
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Poems...

Jean Ingelow - 1867 - 272 pages
...talking of outward things : The careless beck is a merry dancer, Keeping sweet time to the air she sings. A little pain when the beck grows wider ; ' Cross...burning ; Come ere it darkens ; ' — ' Ah, no ! ah, no f ' Then cries of pain, and arms outreaching — The beck grows wider and swift and deep : Passionate...
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Poems, Volume 2

Jean Ingelow - 1867 - 358 pages
...dney and sheen.' 'A dappled iky, a world of meadows, Circling abuve us the black rooks Jly.' . '"Cmne to me now, for the west is burning ; Come ere it darkens ;" — "Ah, no ! ah, nu !" ' 'll'e tim waU on in our grassy places On either marge of the mitonlit flood.' • ' But two...
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Armstrong Magney, by Heraclitus Grey

Charles Marshall (novelist.) - 1867 - 322 pages
...the party owed their lives, and his own death through the abrasion of the rope. 276 CHAPTER XXII. " No backward path ; ah ! no returning ; No second crossing that ripple's flow: 1 Come to me now, for the west is burning ; Come ere it darkens ;' — ' Ah, no ! ah, no !' " Glitters...
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The Student's Treasury of English Song ...

William Henry Davenport Adams - 1873 - 552 pages
...air she sings. A little pain when the beck grows wider ; O Z z S .1 b ART, WHICH MARS ALL SWEETE U " Cross to me now — for her wavelets swell : " ' '...voice beside her Faintly reacheth, though heeded well. z z S H V No backward path ; ah ! no returning ; No second crossing that ripple's flow : " Come to...
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The student's treasury of English song, selections from the poets of the ...

English song - 1873 - 566 pages
...returning ; s No second crossing that ripple's flow : * H " Come to me now, for the west is burning ; S3 Come ere it. darkens;" — •" Ah, no ! ah, no ! " * Then cries of pain, and arms outreaching— U The beck grows wider and swift and deep : X is Passionate words as of one beseeching — Sj The loud...
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Parnassus

Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 584 pages
...beck is a merry dancer, Keeping sweet time to the air she sings. A little pain when the beck grows " Cross to me now; for her wavelets swell;" " I may not cross," — and the voice wider; beside her Faintly reacheth, though heeded well. No backward path; ah! no returning; No second...
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Parnassus

Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 584 pages
...outward things: The careless beck is a merry dancer, Keeping sweet time to the air she sings. A llttle pain when the beck grows wider ; " Cross to me now...voice beside her Faintly reacheth, though heeded well. Nu backward path ; ah ! no returning ; No second crossing that ripple's flow : "Come to me now, for...
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