 | 1852 - 438 pages
...Tear* fmm the depth of some divine despair I; in? In the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looting on the happy Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Preah as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brtngi our (Heads up from the under-world, Sad a§... | |
 | Mrs. J. Thayer - Gift books - 1853 - 144 pages
...BEEMKK. HOT very desolate that breast must be Whose only joyance is in memory. IEL The Past. TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking on the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 pages
...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 pages
...tha 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,... | |
 | Music - 1853 - 424 pages
...— Robert Schumann's Musical Life-Maxims. MEMORIES. FROM TENKTSOM'8 " PRINCESS." Tears, idle leurs, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Kise in the heart and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the... | |
 | Georgiana Anne Dalrymple - 1854 - 362 pages
...and, sweeping onward with a graceful curve, was lost in the golden baze that canopied the horizon. " 'Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That...our friends up from the under-world. Sad as the last that reddens over one That sinks with all we love beneath the verge— So sad, so fresh, the days that... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - American literature - 1854 - 340 pages
...they mean — Tears from the depth of some divine despair— Else in the heart, and gather to the ey0, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. * * * * Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless Fancy feigned On lips... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 216 pages
...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 of some divine despair Eise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thmking of the... | |
 | Food - 1854 - 676 pages
...eye*, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of tho days thai are no more ! " Fresh an the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the under world : Sad as tho last which reddens over one That sinks, with all we love, below the verge... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 326 pages
...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...glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the undenvorld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So... | |
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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... 
