 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 works of Alfred Tennyson. With 25 illustr - Page 218by Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1881Full view - About this book
 | American literature - 1848 - 614 pages
...all cares to kill Is to give them — No surrender ! DAYS THAT ARE NO MORE. BY TENNYBON. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean ; Tears from the...Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 180 pages
...glow'd Fruit, viand, blossom, and amber wine and gold. Then she ' Let some one sing to us : lightlier move The minutes fledged with music : ' and a maid,...Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1848 - 186 pages
...fledged with music :', and a maid, Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang : i " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1848 - 610 pages
...to kill Is to give them — No surrender ! DAYS THAT ARE NO MORE. BY TENNYSON. Tears, idle tears, 1 know not what they mean ; Tears from the depth of...Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - Periodicals - 1850 - 438 pages
...the 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...Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as... | |
 | Truth-seeker and present age - 1849 - 540 pages
...minutes ' lightlicr move.' The following exquisite melody is sung by one of her maids : ' Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1851 - 290 pages
...glowed Fruit, viand, blossom, and amber wine and gold. Then she, " Let some one sing to us; lightlier move The minutes fledged with music ;" and a maid,...Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 1851 - 300 pages
...glowed Fruit, viand, blossom, and amber wine and gold. Then she, " Let some one sing to us ; lightlier move The minutes fledged with music ; " and a maid,...Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 pages
...glowed Fruit, blossom, viand, amber wine and gold. Then she, " Let some one sing to us ; lightlier move The minutes fledged with music ; " and a maid,...Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - American literature - 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...Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as... | |
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