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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 works of Alfred Tennyson. With 25 illustr - ˹éÒ 218
â´Â Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1881
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, àÅèÁ·Õè 13

1848 - 614 ˹éÒ
...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...
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The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 180 ˹éÒ
...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...
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The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 186 ˹éÒ
...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...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, àÅèÁ·Õè 13

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1848 - 610 ˹éÒ
...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...
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Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, àÅèÁ·Õè 7

Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 438 ˹éÒ
...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...
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The Truth-seeker in philosophy, literature, and religion, ed. by ..., àÅèÁ·Õè 1

Truth-seeker and present age - 1849 - 540 ˹éÒ
...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...
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Poems, àÅèÁ·Õè 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 ˹éÒ
...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...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 ˹éÒ
...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...
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Poems, àÅèÁ·Õè 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 ˹éÒ
...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...
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The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: Poems and tales

Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 ˹éÒ
...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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