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" Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh as the first beam glittering... "
The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson - 143. oldal
szerző: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1883 - 730 oldal
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The Daguerreotype, 2. kötet

1848
...thinking of the days that arc no more. ', ' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings oar friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which...that are no more. " ' Ah, sad and strange as in dark stammer dawns The earliest pipe of half aicaken'd birds To dying ears, taken unto dying eyes The casement...

The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, 13. kötet

1848
...to kill Is to give them — No surrender ! DAYS THAT ARE NO MORE. BY TENNYSON. Tears, idle tears, 1 know not what they mean ; Tears from the depth of...no more. Ah ! sad and strange, as, in dark summer dawna, The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly...

The Truth-seeker in philosophy, literature, and religion, ed. by F ..., 1. kötet

Truth-seeker and present age - 1849
...minutes ' lightlicr move.' The following exquisite melody is sung by one of her maids : ' Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...are no more. Ah, sad and strange, as, in dark summer dawn», The earlicst pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly...

Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, 7. kötet

John Seely Hart - 1850
...the earth, earthy. What I am about to read is from his last long poem, " The Princess:" Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sod, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...

The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 182 oldal
...bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. IT. ' THESE sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken' d birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 278 oldal
...: on a tripod in the midst A fragrant flame arose, and before us glowed Fruit, viand, blossom, and amber wine and gold. Then she, " Let some one sing...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

POEMS

ALFRED TENNYSON - 1851
...That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinl^s with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh,...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 183 oldal
...transport rose and fell. But when we planted level feet, and dipt Beneath the satin dome and enter 'd in, There leaning deep in broider'd down we sank Our...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken' d birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

Poems, 2. kötet

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853
...broidered down we sank Our elbows : on a tripod in the midst A fragrant flame rose, and before us glowed Fruit, blossom, viand, amber wine and gold. Then she,...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: Poems and tales

Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853
...tha earth, earthy. What I am about to read is from his last long poem, " The Princess :" Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyea The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more....




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