 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1868 - 456 pagine
...call the Sun, *- If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida ; ' let us down and rest : ' and we Down from the lean and wrinkled precipices, By every...below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 pagine
...to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 5 ' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1869 - 658 pagine
...glow'd Fruit, blossom, viand, amber wine, and gold. Then she, " Let some one sing to us : lightlier more The minutes fledged with music " ; and a maid, Of...underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That ginks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. "Ah, sad and... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - 208 pagine
...ad tumulum, fuit Ah ! quam parvulus, illic Oscula tum lacrymis mista, renatus amor. JW TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah ! sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds... | |
 | William Moore - 1870 - 104 pagine
...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...below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah ! sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - 264 pagine
...some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Antumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. "Fresh...below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench - 1870 - 466 pagine
...to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 5 ' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...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... | |
 | 1871 - 314 pagine
...wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. TEARS, IDLE TEARS. TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To... | |
 | 1871 - 210 pagine
...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...below the verge : So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah ! sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 304 pagine
..."let us down and rest ;" and we Down from the lean and wrinkled precipices, By every coppicc-feathcr'd chasm and cleft, Dropt thro' the ambrosial gloom to...below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. "Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds... | |
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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... 
