 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
 | Sarah Knowles Bolton - 1890 - 488 pages
...lyric, like distant music, — " Tears, idle tears," was suggested by Tintern Abbey. " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Dear as remember' d kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lipsihat are... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1890 - 120 pages
...the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. Front " The May Queen." TEARS, IDLE TEARS. " 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1891 - 300 pages
...gold. Then she " Let some one sing to us: lightlier move The minutes fledged with music:" and a rnaid, Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang. "Tears,...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 - 1891 - 144 pages
...bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. ' 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1892 - 896 pages
...glow'd 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1892 - 904 pages
...glow'd 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... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1893 - 546 pages
...leave him. God accept him, Christ receive him. TEARS, IDLE TEARS. From " 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... | |
 | Rosa Nouchette Carey - 1894 - 440 pages
...XLII. KNITTING UP THE THREADS . . . .413 WEE WIFIE CHAPTER I PROLOGUE — THE WANDERER "Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth...Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more." TENNYSON'S Princess. NOT much of a picture, certainly ! Only a stretch of wide sunny road, with a tamarisk... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1894 - 178 pages
...wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. IL TEARS, IDLE TEARS. 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... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1894 - 862 pages
...wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. IL TEARS, IDLE TEARS. 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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