...spot Is turn'd to gloom. And the sense has fled My wilder'd brain. I look through the glass 'Till my eyes are dim; The threshold I pass Alone for him. His lofty step, And his forehead high, His winning smile, And his beaming eye ! His fond caress, So rich in bliss! His hand to press — And...

...head Will burst with pain — And sense has fled My wilder'd brain. I look through the glass Till my eyes are dim ; The threshold I pass Alone for him. His lofty step, And his forehead high, His winning smile, And his beaming eye ' His fond caress, So rich in bliss ! His hand to press —...

...altar of her heart, the reader already knows. VOL. I. CHAPTER III. I look through the glass, Till my eyes are dim ; The threshold I pass, Alone for him. His lofty step, And his forehead high, His winning smile, And his beaming eye. LORD FL GOWEK'S Translation of Faust. IF Lord Lovel had been...

...burst with pain— And the sense has fled My wilder'd brain. 1 look through the glass Till my eyes arc dim ; The threshold I pass Alone for him. His lofty step And his forehead high, His winning smile, And his beaming eye ! His fond caress So rich in bliss, Ни hand to press— And...

...Will burst with pain — And the sense has fled My wilder'd brain. I look through the glass Till my eyes are dim; The threshold I pass Alone for him. His lofty step, And his forehead high, His winning smile, And his beaming eye! His fond caress, So rich in bliss! His hand to press — And...