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 - Página 8editado por - 1857Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
| Anne Mozley - 1865 - 364 páginas
...divine despair " : — " 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... | |
| John Bartlett - 1865 - 504 páginas
...forever. The Princess. 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... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1866 - 222 páginas
...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,... | |
| Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 páginas
...DAYS THAT ARE KO MORE HPEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, J. 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 - 1866 - 398 páginas
...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,... | |
| Charles Stuart Calverley - 1866 - 306 páginas
...vivo. 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...• 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,... | |
| Charles Stuart Calverley - 1866 - 320 páginas
...TEARS. TEARS, idle tears, 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...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,... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1859 - 302 páginas
...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...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... | |
| Robert Cowtan - 1866 - 436 páginas
...those I love, I weep — " 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." In parting with my book, and with my readers,... | |
| Robert Cowtan - 1866 - 436 páginas
...those I love, I weep — " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they menn, 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." In parting with my book, and with my readers,... | |
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