 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 on...  The National Review - Стр. 8редактор(ы): - 1857Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1859 - Страниц: 594
...after death And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others — * • • • Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld. Wo do not instance this as direct imitation, but only as showing the tendency of young Bulwer to employ... | |
 | 1859 - Страниц: 1028
...larmes mélancoliques : TearB, idle tears, I know not what tbey mcan, 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. Cette froideur e\quise pénètre tous les... | |
 | 1859 - Страниц: 148
...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 eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. TENNYSON. A DAY IN AUTUMN. TIIEKE was not,... | |
 | Peter Bayne - 1860 - Страниц: 432
...prostration of grief. " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some divine despair Rise in the heart and gather to the...glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge So... | |
 | 1867 - Страниц: 878
...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...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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - Страниц: 376
...smote her harp, and sang. " 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...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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - Страниц: 366
...smote her harp, and sang. " 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...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,... | |
 | 1861 - Страниц: 144
...some divine despair Kise in the heart, and gather in the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn field, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on the sail That brings our friends up from the under world j Sad as the last which saddens over one That... | |
 | John Williamson Palmer - 1861 - Страниц: 540
...DAYS THAT ARE NO MORE. 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 on a sail... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - Страниц: 698
...smote her harp, and sang. " 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...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,... | |
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