...minutes fledged with music ; " and a maid, Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang. " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...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...

...tongue. J. THOMSON' 937 THE DAYS THAT ARE KO MORE HPEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, J. tears from the depth of some divine despair, rise...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...

...TEARS. TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Kise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on...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...

...Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking at the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days...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...

...RECOLLECTIONS. TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Bise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on...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...

...to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 5 ' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...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 ears,...

...minutes fledged with music " ; and a maid, Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang. " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That ginks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. "Ah, sad and...

...ad tumulum, fuit Ah ! quam parvulus, illic Oscula tum lacrymis mista, renatus amor. JW TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...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...

...some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Antumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. "Fresh...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...

...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...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...