 | Phillips Brooks, H. L. S., L. H. S. - 1892 - 384 pages
...where they go. And many a man in his own breast then delves, But deep enough, alas, none ever mines! Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From the soul's subterranean depths upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893 - 462 pages
...all the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power; Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call! Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From...airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only, bat this is rare I When a beloved hand is laid in oars, When, jaded with the... | |
 | Phillips Brooks - 1893 - 380 pages
...•••••••• Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From the soul's subterranean depths uptxjrno As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. MATTHEW ARNOLD. JUST at the outset of our work, to try us whether we are good for... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 388 pages
...the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power ; Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call ! Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From...airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with... | |
 | William De Witt Hyde - 1895 - 280 pages
...the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power ; Ah, yes ; and they benumb us at our call ! Yet still from time to time, vague and forlorn, From...airs and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day." The quest of pleasure in outward things defeats itself. Cyrenaicism teaches suicide.... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1895 - 540 pages
...the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power • Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call ! Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From...airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1896 - 380 pages
...all the thousand things of the hour Their stupifying power, Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call ; Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From...airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with... | |
 | Augustine Birrell - 1901 - 310 pages
...a banker's balance for you ! But amidst it all, ever and anon ' From the soul's subterranean depths upborne, As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs and floating echoes ' of the Invisible World and the Greatness and Littleness of Human Life. For example, all of a sudden... | |
 | Estelle Davenport Adams - 1902 - 316 pages
...the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power ; Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call ! Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From...airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with... | |
 | Robert D. Blackman - 1904 - 1196 pages
...the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power ; All yes, and they benumb us at our call ! Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From...airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with... | |
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Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From the soul's subterranean depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. 
