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" And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that... "
American Literary Magazine - Σελίδα 273
1847
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...reposing on broidered couches, a maiden was commanded to sing, and thus she sweetly sang : Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears, from the depth of some divine despair, Rise in the heart, aud gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields And thinking of the days that are no...

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...very beautiful to read, though scarcely fit for a harp accompaniment. It runs thus : — ' Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the henrt, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that...

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...all cares to kill Is to give them — No surrender ! DAYS THAT ARE NO MORE. BY TENNYBON. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean ; Tears from 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 on a sail...

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...whole, but when far distant from our native land, we may some day find how true the song is, — how " Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eye, When thinking of the days that are no more." '• For woman lit not undevelopt man Hut diverse...

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...occurs at the close of the poem) : " ' Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from thi 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 arc no more. ', ' Fresh as the first beam glittering...

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...harshly of you — I think of you as I have ever done. Oh, how am I to live without you !" CHAPTER XXI. Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in...fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. TENNYSON. When Claude Hastings returned home at dinner time, from the long walk which usually ended...

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...minutes fledged with music : ' and a maid, Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang. " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...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 on a...

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...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...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 on a sail...

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...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...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 on a sail,...

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

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...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...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 on a sail...




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