 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - 208 pàgines
...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,...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | William Moore - 1870 - 104 pàgines
...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...strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | 1870 - 462 pàgines
...one, That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. 10 'Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;... | |
 | 1871 - 314 pàgines
...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,...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly glows a glimmering square;... | |
 | 1871 - 210 pàgines
...THAT ARE NO MORE. 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...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 pàgines
...one That sinks with all we love below the verge, — So Bad, so fresh, the days that are no inore. ty half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 498 pàgines
...sad, so fresh, the days that are no J" more. 3o>"Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns ^ _.e earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes $?he casement slowly grows a glimmer;4. ing square ; :o sad, so strange, the days that are no more.... | |
 | 1872 - 900 pàgines
...Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the under world ; SaJ or think of next 1 I am in a little fever Lest the...leave papa to name her. MARY LAMB. BABY MAY. CHEEKS half -awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1873 - 532 pàgines
...they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, lu looking on the happy Autumn-fields,. And thinking...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds' To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | sir Walter Besant - 1873 - 254 pàgines
...remembered long ago — before the dawn; and the sweet words of the poet came into her mind : — " Ah ! sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
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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 the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that... 
