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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 on... "
The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson - Page 136
by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1898 - 887 lehte
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The Gentleman's Magazine, and Historical Chronicle, for the Year ..., 183. köide

1848 - 744 lehte
...tears, I know not what they mean, Tears, from the depth of some divine despair, Rise in the heart, aud gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields...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 To dying ears,...
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The Quarterly review, 82. köide

1848 - 620 lehte
...idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the henrt, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,...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 To dying ears,...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, 13. köide

1848 - 614 lehte
...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...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 To dying ears,...
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The Daguerreotype, 2. köide

1848 - 572 lehte
...thinking of the days that arc no more. ', ' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings oar friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which...verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " ' Ah, sad and strange as in dark stammer dawns The earliest pipe of half aicaken'd birds To dying...
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The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 180 lehte
...minutes fledged with music : ' and a maid, Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang. " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...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 To dying ears,...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, 13. köide

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1848 - 610 lehte
...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...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah ! sad and strange, as, in dark summer dawna, The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,...
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The Truth-seeker in philosophy, literature, and religion, ed. by F ..., 1. köide

Truth-seeker and present age - 1849 - 540 lehte
...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...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange, as, in dark summer dawn», The earlicst pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears,...
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Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, 7. köide

Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 438 lehte
...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...one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sod, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 lehte
...minutes fledged with music ; " and a maid, Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang : " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean Tears from the depth...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 dying ears,...
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Poems, 2. köide

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 lehte
...minutes fledged with music ; " and a maid, Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang : " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...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 dying ears,...
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