 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. oldalszerző: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1883 - 730 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Sir Wyke Bayliss - 1876 - 230 oldal
...more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, And as the last which reddens over one That sinks with...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 522 oldal
...heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that arc no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,...last which reddens over one That sinks with all we lore below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 104 oldal
...And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. TEARS, IDLE TEARS. EARS, idle tears, I know not wKat they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, vvlien unto dying eyes The casement slowly... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 688 oldal
...broider'd down we sank Our elbows : on a tripod in the midst A fragrant flame rose, and before usglow'd Fruit, blossom, viand, amber wine, and gold. Then...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. 1 Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 oldal
...more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the under world ; before it flew, O'er thine isles depopulate, And all...rock of ocean's own, Topples o'er the abandoned s half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | 1881 - 520 oldal
...fall, Smiling ... so I ! THY DAYS GO ON ! ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Tears, idle Tears. TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. SWEET ARE THE ROSY MEMORIES. 22$ Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1881 - 76 oldal
...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...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;... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1881 - 76 oldal
...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...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;... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1881 - 76 oldal
...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...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... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 1000 oldal
...thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings onr friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakeued birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
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