 Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night : — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light.  Irish Melodies - 149. oldalszerző: Thomas Moore - 1821 - 259 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Thomas Moore - 1869 - 222 oldal
...wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close...back, give me back, the wild freshness of Morning, Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, "When passion first wak'da new life thro' his frame,... | |
 | Francis Jacox - 1870 - 432 oldal
...is not every life the early prime of which has been blissful enough to warrant the exclamation,— "Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close...back, give me back, the wild freshness of morning, Its smiles and its tears are worth evening's best light." For sometimes the light comes at evening-time... | |
 | Francis Jacox - 1870 - 550 oldal
...is not every life the early prime of which has been blissful enough to warrant the exclamation,— " Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close...back, give me back, the wild freshness of morning, Its smiles and its tears are worth evening's best light." For sometimes the light comes at evening-time... | |
 | Joseph Hertford - 1870 - 362 oldal
...serenely adorning The close of our dny, the calm eve of our night — Give me bock, give me book, the mild freshness of morning ; Her clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light." If parents felt the value of promoting a love of nature m their children merely as a preventive of... | |
 | Francis Jacox - 1871 - 416 oldal
...is not every life the early prime of which has been blissful enough to warrant the exclamation, — "Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night : Give me ba«k, give me back, the wild freshness of morning, Its smiles and its tears are worth evening's best... | |
 | Deborah Alcock - 1871 - 424 oldal
...love of power, the mean the love of money, and all alike falsehood, cowardice, and cruelty. IV. be ' Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of morning, Her tears and her smiles are worth evening's best light." MOORE. JEW are the lives in which seven years... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1872 - 514 oldal
...wave, that we danc'd on at morning, ebbs from us,v And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. -Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close...clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light. 'Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life thro' his frame,... | |
 | William Motherwell - 1872 - 546 oldal
...Each wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone ! Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the mild freshness of morning, Her clouds and her tears... | |
 | William Motherwell - 1872 - 592 oldal
...Each wave that we dane'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone ! Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the mild freshness of morning, Her clouds and her tears... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1872 - 660 oldal
...wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, thu calm eve of our night : — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds... | |
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