 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 400 oldal
...glowed Fruit, blossom, viand, amber wine and gold. Then she, " Let some one sing to us ; lightliei move The minutes fledged with music ; " and a maid,...below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 398 oldal
...us glowed Fruit, blossom, viand, ambei' wine and gold. Then she, " Let some one sing to usjlightliei move The minutes fledged with music ; " and a maid,...below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds... | |
 | Charles Stuart Calverley - 1866 - 306 oldal
...Illius, illius Da, quicquid audit : nec silebunt Qui numeri placuere vivo. TEARS, IDLE TEARS. TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark Summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 oldal
...tongue. J. THOMSON' 937 THE DAYS THAT ARE KO MORE HPEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, J. tears from the depth of some divine despair, rise...love below the verge; so sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns the earliest pipe of half-awakened birds... | |
 | Charles Stuart Calverley - 1866 - 320 oldal
...TEARS. TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Kise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on...love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark Summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 332 oldal
...mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In iooking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days...below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half -awaken' d birds... | |
 | George H. STRUTT - 1866 - 260 oldal
...Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking at the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days...below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1859 - 302 oldal
...more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakeu'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | John Rolfe - 1867 - 404 oldal
...RECOLLECTIONS. TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Bise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on...below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1867 - 802 oldal
...seized on this tendency of nature to colour our thoughts in the scarcely less beautiful lines, — Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge. [Once a Week, .March le, 1: C7. Seeing that life is mainly made up of partings, it is no wonder that... | |
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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... 
