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" Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these, on earth I wait forlorn. Their faith, my tears, the world deride; I come to shed them at their side. "
The Cambridge History of English Literature: The nineteenth century. II - Page 95
edited by - 1916
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Littell's Living Age, Volume 208

Literature - 1896 - 854 pages
...how the day hath gone. He only lives with the world's life Who hath renounced his own! (The Same.) Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other...my tears, the world deride, I come to shed them at your side. There yet perhaps may dawn an age, More fortunate, alas! than we, Which without hardness...
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Notices of the Proceedings at the Meetings of the Members of the ..., Volume 14

Royal Institution of Great Britain - Science - 1896 - 758 pages
...two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head. Like theso on earth I wait forlorn. Their faith, my tears, the...world deride, — I come to shed them at their side ! " To Stevenson, on the other hand, our Lady of tho Snows is a mistaken divinity, and the place a...
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New Poems

Matthew Arnold - 1867 - 226 pages
...come not here to be your foe. I seek these anchorites, not in ruth, To curse and to deny your truth ; Not as their friend, or child, I speak! But as on...the world deride; I come to shed them at their side. O hide me in your gloom profound Ye solemn seats of holy pain ! Take me, cowled forms, and fence me...
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The Eagle: A Magazine, Volumes 5-6

1867 - 832 pages
...faiths and both are gone. Wandering between two worlds, one dead, • The other powerless to be bom, With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these on earth...the world deride; I come to shed them at their side. There may, perhaps, yet dawn an age More fortunate, alas ! than we, Which without hardness will be...
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Narrative and elegiac poems

Matthew Arnold - 1869 - 286 pages
...come not here to be your foe. I seek these anchorites, not in ruth, To curse and to deny your truth ! Not as their friend or child I speak ! But as, on...the world deride; I come to shed them at their side. Oh, hide me in your gloom profound Ye solemn seats of holy pain ! Take me, cowl'd forms, and fence...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 10; Volume 73

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1869 - 998 pages
...between their disappearance and some hoped for palingenesis, that move him to this mournful strain : " Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other...world deride ; I come to shed them at their side. • •»•**« There yet, perhaps, may dawn an age, More fortunate, alas I than we, Which without...
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The Church Quarterly Review, Volume 6

Arthur Cayley Headlam - Religion - 1878 - 578 pages
...their faith with ' these, last of the people who believe,' but only to shed his tears with them. ' Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other...world deride ; I come to shed them at their side.' He cannot throw himself forward into the brilliant future, nor can he feel himself at one with the...
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France and Savoy

English poetry - 1877 - 292 pages
...come not here to be your foe. I seek these anchorites, not in ruth, To curse and to deny your truth ; Not as their friend or child I speak ! But as on some...world deride ; I come to shed them at their side. O, hide me in your gloom profound, Ye solemn seats of holy pain ! Take me, cowled forms, and fence...
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Poems of Places: France and Savoy

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - English poetry - 1877 - 288 pages
...were faiths, and both are gone. Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be bom, With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these, on earth...world deride ; I come to shed them at their side. O, hide me in your gloom profound, Ye solemn seats of holy pain ! Take me, cowled forms, and fence...
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Poems

Matthew Arnold - English poetry - 1878 - 396 pages
...of his own Gods, a Greek In pity and mournful awe might stand Before some fallen Runic stone— Tor both were faiths, and both are gone. Wandering between...world deride— I come to shed them at their side. Oh, hide me in your gloom profound, Ye solemn seats of holy pain! Take me, cowl'd forms, and fence...
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