...reposing on broidered couches, a maiden was commanded to sing, and thus she sweetly sang : Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears, from the depth of some divine despair, Rise in the heart, aud gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields And thinking of the days that are no...

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...very beautiful to read, though scarcely fit for a harp accompaniment. It runs thus : — ' Tears, 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, And thinking of the days that...

...whole, but when far distant from our native land, we may some day find how true the song is, — how " Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eye, When thinking of the days that are no more." '• For woman lit not undevelopt man Hut diverse...

...house . Men hated learned women." Thus too, when one of them sings, the song is sad: " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...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 a...

...occurs at the close of the poem) : " ' Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from thi depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and...happy Autumn-fields, , And thinking of the days that arc no more. ', ' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings oar friends up from the...

...a house : Mm hated learned women." Thus too, when one of them sings, the song is sad: " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In lookin? on the happy Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh as the first...

...harshly of you — I think of you as I have ever done. Oh, how am I to live without you !" CHAPTER XXI. Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in...heart, and gather to -the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. TENNYSON. When Claude Hastings returned home...

...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 of some divine despair Riso in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the...

...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 sinl^s with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " Ah. sad and...