 Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light 196 Oh, who would not welcome that moment's...  Thomas Moore, the Poet: His Life and Works - Сторінка 153автори: Andrew James Symington - 1880 - 255 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Mary Anne McMullan - 1816 - 376 стор.
...the animal and vegetable worlds. *' Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning, The set of our sun, the calm eve of our night ; Give me back, give me...clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light." Such was the tenor of my song, as I was perched on the acorn-covered branch of an oak, after having... | |
 | 1818 - 596 стор.
...our Hfc'searly promise, So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known ; Each wave that we danc'd ou at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on...of our night : Give me back, give me back the wild freehness of morning, Her cloud* and her tears are worth evening'i best lighht. STORY OF ALBERT BANE.... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 стор.
...our life's early promise, So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known ; Each wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us at eve, on the blank shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 стор.
...den Regenbogen der Hoffuung seines Wellington's Namen seyn, • . Ke'er te4l me of glories , strenely adorning The close of our day , the calm eve of our night ; — Givs me back , give me back the wild freshnett of Morning, Her clouda and her tears are worth... | |
 | Renfrew county - 1821 - 542 стор.
...our life's early promise, So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known; Each wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve,...glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the mild freshness of morning, Her clouds and her tean... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 стор.
...our life's early promise, So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known : Each wave, that we danc'd on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone ! III. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 стор.
...Each wave that we danced on at morning ebb« from ui, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore'alone. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close...calm eve of our night ; — Give me back, give me bacic, the wild freskaess of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening'* best light. Oh !... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 стор.
...our life's early promise, So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known : Each wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone ! III. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 стор.
...our life's early promise, So passing the spring- tide of joy we have known: Each wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone ! III. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night;—... | |
 | 1824 - 596 стор.
...AMERICAN MONTHLY M U. V7 IN t. • THE PRATTLE OF AN OLD FRIEND TO THE YOUNG. " Give me 'baclc, gire ftie back the wild freshness of morning ! " Her clouds, and her tears are worth evening's hest light." FROM my chimney corner I address my thoughts to the young. .1 gaze upon the fire, and... | |
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