 | James Stamford Caldwell - 1843 - 372 sider
...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! Ne'er...clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light. 1 I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element That in the colours of the rainbow... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 sider
...kno\vn : Each wave that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the black ound his feet, And hardly & new life through his frame, And his soul — like the wood that grows precious in burning — •... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1844 - 800 sider
...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. Ne'er...clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light 196 Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life through his... | |
 | 1891 - 874 sider
...that exquisite melody, " I saw from the beach," and when he came to the third verse, beginning : — Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night, I heard the breath of one who stood beside me come thick and labored, as though the breast of the man... | |
 | Benjamin Humphrey Smart - 1847 - 208 sider
...on the last glance I gave to thy wall. Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of the day, the calm eve of our night ; Give me back, give...clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light. Laughing and joking unspitefully, Frolicking all so delightfully, Why, with scowl and with frown, are... | |
 | 1847 - 906 sider
...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. Ne'er...serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of onr night ; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1849 - 208 sider
...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. Ne'er...welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life thro' his frame, And his soul — like the wood that grows precious in FILL THE BUMPER... | |
 | Victor von Arentsschild - 1851 - 588 sider
...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. Ne'er...her tears are worth Evening's best light. Oh! who wonld not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life thro' his frame, And... | |
 | William Wilson (author of A house for Shakspere.) - 1851 - 240 sider
...Who, that has left the shore of Childhood's charmed land for ever, cannot sigh forth with Moore — "Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close...clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light." Who that loves to linger upon the remembrance of old songs and companions, but will keenly feel the... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1851 - 918 sider
...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. Ne'er...me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our dav, (he calm eve of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her... | |
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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 Oh, who would not welcome that moment's... 
