...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,...

...underworld, 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. Ah ! sad and strange...square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. 37 Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that...

...underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love Ixlow 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...

...underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love helow the verge ; So sad, BO fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd blrds To dying rars, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;...

...deconstructive force, for the traditional texts all center thematically on versions of an earthly paradise: Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Paradise, and groves Elysian, Fortunate Fields — like those of old Sought in the Atlantic Main —...

...underworld, 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. 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;...

...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...

...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...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others;...

...underworld, 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. 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...

...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...