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" 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 are no more. "
The Princess: A Medley - Page 73
by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 177 pages
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The Quarterly review, Volume 82

1848
...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,...more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet ns those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love, Deep as first love,...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume 13

American literature - 1848
...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...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square j So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as...
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The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 13

1848
...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...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others...
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Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, Volume 7

John Seely Hart - 1850
...days that are no more. 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 u glimmering sqnare; go sad, so strange, the days that arc no mon. Dear as remembered kisses after...
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Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, Volume 7

John Seely Hart - 1850
...days that arc no more. Ah, sad and straego as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered ktaees after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others...
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POEMS

ALFRED TENNYSON - 1851
...that are no more. " 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...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. " Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others;...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 278 pages
...that are no more. " 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...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. " Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853
...that are no more. " 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...square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ; O Death in Life, the days that are no more." She ended...
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The Golden Present: A Gift for All Seasons

Mrs. J. Thayer - Gift books - 1853 - 128 pages
...stranged as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when under dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering...sad, so strange the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others...
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Dwight's Journal of Music

John Sullivan Dwight - Music - 1853
...summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The easement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. J)ear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are...
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