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" TEARS, IDLE TEARS 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. "
The Land We Love - Стр. 470
1869
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The Haileybury observer, Объемы 3-5

East India college - 1845 - Страниц: 620
...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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The American Literary Magazine, Объемы 1-2

1848 - Страниц: 832
...of them sings, the song is sad: " 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 lookin? on the happy Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh as the first...
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The Wife's Sister; Or, The Forbidden Marriage: A Novel

Catherine Anne Hubback - 1851 - Страниц: 926
...accurately described : " 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 o'er the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. ***** " Dear as remembered...
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Knick-knacks from an Editor's Table

Lewis Gaylord Clark - 1852 - Страниц: 388
...lines of TENNYSON came to mind : ' 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 fading autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more ! ' There are no two sadder words in...
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The National Review, Том 4

1857 - Страниц: 494
...exquisite poem is well known : " 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 ou the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering...
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Sayings and Doings of the General Meeting, Том 2

1859 - Страниц: 528
...last long poem, "The Princess:" 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 eves, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the...
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Macmillan's Magazine, Том 15

1867 - Страниц: 878
...scene in dismay. To be continued. ' TEAES, IDLE TEAES : " A COMMENTAEY. BY GEORGE GROVE. "Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some divine despair Eisc in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the...
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Macphail's Edinburgh ecclesiastical journal and literary review, Объемы 31-32

1861 - Страниц: 858
...he has never since equalled. We allude, more particularly, to the lines commencing— " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some divine despair," &o., lines which, in our estimation, stand unequalled for imaginative vigour, and a pathos " too deep...
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Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Art

1863 - Страниц: 888
...side of the uncharigeful sea. Tears, idle tears, I know nui what they mean — tears from the depth of some divine despair, rise in the heart and gather to the eyes, whenever this odour greets mcC and even Latin verserefuses to purform its critical function. 306 307...
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Chambers's Edinburgh journal, conducted by W. Chambers. [Continued ..., Том 19

Chambers's journal - 1863 - Страниц: 432
...side of the unchangeful sea. 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, whenever this odour greets me, and even Latin Terse refuses to perform its critical function. ' There...
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