 | 1851 - 812 страници
...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... | |
 | 1851 - 608 страници
...the old-fashioned country scat : Across its antique portico Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw ; And from its 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... | |
 | 1851 - 792 страници
...the old-fashioned conntry-scat : Across its antiqne portico Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw ; And from its station in the hall An ancient time-piece says to all — * For ever — never ! Never — for ever ! ' Half-way np the stairs it stands, And pointa and... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 страници
...the old-fashioned country-seat. Across its antique portico Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw ; And from its 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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 страници
...Stands the old-fashioned country-seat. 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—never! Never—forever!" Half-way up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons with its... | |
 | 1851 - 856 страници
...the old-fashioned country-seat : Across its antique portico Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw ; And from its 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... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1852 - 256 страници
...the old-fashioned country-seat. Across its antique portico Tall poplar trees their shadows throw ; And from its station in the hall An ancient timepiece...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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 344 страници
...the old-fashioned country-seat. Across its antique portico Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw ; And from its station in the hall An ancient time-piece...who pass : " Forever — never ! Never — forever !" Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 580 страници
...throw ; And from its station in the hall An ancient time-piece says to all : " Forever — never I Never — forever !" Half-way up the stairs it stands,...who pass: " Forever — never ! Never — forever !" Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift... | |
 | 1852 - 528 страници
...beam, Like the celestial ladder seen By Jncob in his dream." And " the Old Clock on the Stairs" '' Points and beckons with its hands From its case of...under his cloak, Crosses himself, and sighs, alas !" We must, however, draw our observations on the poetical works of Longfellow to a close — only... | |
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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... 
