 | 1880 - 74 pages
...from me, even in the opening dawn of manhood, my heart answers to the words of the poet : VOL. XLV. 45 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 a glimmering square,... | |
 | Poetry - 1982 - 348 pages
...over one That sinks with all we love below 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 , when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;... | |
 | William E. Cain - Fiction - 1984 - 268 pages
...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as... | |
 | W. W. Robson, William Wallace Robson - Literary Criticism - 1984 - 288 pages
...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as... | |
 | Bill Moore - Cooking - 1987 - 180 pages
...dumb with snow. ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON Dumb with snow. They are silent . . . but dumb is a better word. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON And that must be very early indeed, as the birds start up long before daylight... | |
 | 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 grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson - Poetry - 1994 - 644 pages
...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe ofhalf-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1995 - 244 pages
...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. 10 'Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying cars, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - Literary Criticism - 1995 - 936 pages
...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. 10 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;... | |
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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. 
