 Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death,...  The Princess: A Medley - Page 73by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 177 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 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...regret ; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.' ' O SWALLOW, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her,... | |
 | Walter Learned - American poetry - 1891 - 404 pages
...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, when unto dying eyes The casement...regret ; O Death in Life, the days that are no more. ALFRED TENNYSON. 72 A Treasury of Fat'orite Poems. "THE UNDISGOVERED COUNTRY." COULD we but know The... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - Literary Collections - 1975 - 1042 pages
...slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Drar as rememher'd loit the ragamuffin is lauding him to the skies! Hark!...the king, and are singing it as they go: Millc, mil ! Thus, although in a very cursory and imperfect manner, I have endeavored to convey to you my conception... | |
 | W. W. Robson, William Wallace Robson - Literary Criticism - 1984 - 288 pages
...that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as...regret; O Death in life, the days that are no more. This poem has been greatly admired and loved. But I have read 148 modern accounts of it which are strongly... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1984 - 1572 pages
...that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as...regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more. Thus, although in a very cursory and imperfect manner, I have endeavoured to convey to you my conception... | |
 | William E. Cain - Fiction - 1984 - 268 pages
...that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as...regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more. FR Leavis, in his largely dismissive commentary, reads the poem as a skillful piece of nostalgia, a... | |
 | Jon Stallworthy - Biography & Autobiography - 1974 - 356 pages
...with All Regrets'15 - at one gasp, he told Sassoon. Tennyson's The Princess had given him his title Deep as first love, and wild with all regret O Death in Life, the days that are no more. And Tennyson it was who triggered otf his next poem. In the copy of The Holy Grail and Other Pvems... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - Literary Criticism - 1992 - 1172 pages
...are no more. 115 Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned 5?WEd 8 PL6 \ \ \ \ \ \ \ g ` b \ \ \ \ \b]@X;X"e=X dPdQd...V)DX \j)k)l) H g f \ \_A 9 9dG a a a fmg f f Z Z SbTb/]$I.e"P b| w@ b AWP; EBVV; ELP; FaBoRV; FaFP; FaPoR; FiP; FPL; GTBS-P; HAP; InPS; InvP; LiTB; NAEL-2; NIP; NOBE; NoP;... | |
 | Richard Leppert - Music - 1993 - 352 pages
...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly...regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more! 7<i Hunt chose his tunes carefully, and not only to help his composer friend Lear peddle the second... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1995 - 244 pages
...that are no more. 'Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love. Deep as...regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.' 20 'Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks... | |
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