 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 are no more.  Translations Into English and Latin - Page 224by Charles Stuart Calverley - 1866 - 279 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Epes Sargent - 1864 - 714 pages
...ESTELLE. "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...autumn-fields And thinking of the days that are no more." Tennyson. BALMY, bright, and beautiful broke the succeeding morning. Every passenger as he came on... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1864 - 514 pages
...eye-Iids. 2. 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...autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1864 - 324 pages
...ESTELLE. 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...autumn-fields And thinking of the days that are no more. Tennyson. BALMY, bright, and beautiful broke the succeeding morning. Every passenger as he came on... | |
 | 1864 - 496 pages
...despair Rise in the heart and gather in the eyes, 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 hrings our friends up from the under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with... | |
 | Mrs. Florence Williamson, William Kirkus - 1864 - 412 pages
..." Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some divine despair, Bise in the heart and gather to the eyes In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more." But did autumn and winter, with fire and... | |
 | 1864 - 350 pages
...— " 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." Something of the irrevocable — of loss... | |
 | James Madison Watson - 1864 - 434 pages
...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. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1865 - 504 pages
...Canto u. 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. Ibid. Canto Iv. Dear as remembered kisses... | |
 | Anne Mozley - 1865 - 374 pages
...t " 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." Something of the irrevocable — of loss... | |
 | Anne Mozley - 1865 - 364 pages
...— " 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. " Something of the irrevocable — of loss... | |
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