...From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch, Or...life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurl'd— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly No matter how coldly The rough...

...by misery and by guilt. When life can but perpetuate bitter memories, the wretched rush from it, " Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled, Any where, any where, Cut of the world." * And not alone the desolate and broken hearted. But those...

...garret to basement, She stood with amazement, Houseless by night 1 " The bleak winds of March Made her tremble and shiver, But not the dark arch, Or...hurled — Anywhere — anywhere Out of the world!" Is not that brief expression " anywhere, anywhere, out of the world," the consummation of human despair...

...awfully true words of Hood thrill me now, when I remember that moment — " The bleak winds of March Hade her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch, Or...history, Glad to Death's mystery Swift to be hurled, Auywhere ! anywhere out of the world!" I got up from my seat, I walked slowly but unwaveringly towards...

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...basement, She stood with amazement, Houseless by night. " The bleak wind of March Made her tremble nnd shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from fife's history, Glatl to death's mystery Swift to be hurl'd — Any where, nny where Out of the world...

...From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch, Or...life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough...

...From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch, Or...life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough...

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...fall; now hurrying God knows whither — perhaps to her garrethome— perhaps, wanting that, to the River — '' Mad from life's history* Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled — Any where — any where Out of the world I " As the thought crossed my mind, I turned shuddering,...