...which they take away. He says, — ' Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night: Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of morning, — Its smiles and its tears are worth evening's best light. ' And indeed it is to be admitted that...

...which they take away. He says, — Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night : Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of morning,— Its smiles and its tears are worth evening's best light. And indeed it is to be admitted that in a...

...fe'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; — ive me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are wcrth Evening's beet light Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning. When passion first waked...

...which they take away. He says, — ' Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night: Give me back, give me back the \\ild freshness of morning, — Its smiles and its tears are worth evening's best light.' And indeed...

...us at eve on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night! — Give me back, give...clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light. Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first waked a new life through his...

...us at eve on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; Give me back, give me...clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light. * ' "The Sun-burst " was the fanciful name given by the ancient Irish to the royal banner. Oh who would...

...at-eve on-the-cold-beach alone . Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day , the calm eve of our night ; Give me back , give me back , the bright freshness of morning ! Her smiles and her tears are worth evening's best light . Ah who would...

...at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night : Give me back, give me...clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light. Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first waked a new life through his...

...their author meant what he said, — Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night : — Give me back, give me back, the wild freshness of morning, — Its smiles and its tears are worth evening's best light ! Yes, to the man whose whole view is confined...

...their author meant what he said, — " Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night : — Give me back, give me back, the wild freshness of morning, — Its smiles and its tears are worth evening's best light ! " Yes, to the man whose whole view is...