“ Her coming was my hope each day,Her parting was my pain;The chance that did her steps delayWas ice in every vein. ”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (16 October 1847). copy citation
| Author | Charlotte Brontë |
|---|---|
| Source | Jane Eyre |
| Topic | hope pain presence |
| Date | 16 October 1847 |
| Language | English |
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| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/files/1260/1260-h/1260-h.htm |
Context
“And while I sat there and looked out on the still trees and dim lawn, to a sweet air was sung in mellow tones the following strain:—
«The truest love that ever heart Felt at its kindled core, Did through each vein, in quickened start, The tide of being pour. Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein. I dreamed it would be nameless bliss, As I loved, loved to be; And to this object did I press As blind as eagerly. But wide as pathless was the space That lay our lives between, And dangerous as the foamy race” source
«The truest love that ever heart Felt at its kindled core, Did through each vein, in quickened start, The tide of being pour. Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein. I dreamed it would be nameless bliss, As I loved, loved to be; And to this object did I press As blind as eagerly. But wide as pathless was the space That lay our lives between, And dangerous as the foamy race” source
