 | 1848 - 744 էջ
...the 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...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... | |
 | 1848 - 620 էջ
...the 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...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... | |
 | 1848 - 614 էջ
...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 !...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 180 էջ
...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...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 180 էջ
...the 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,...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... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1848 - 610 էջ
...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 dawna, The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 438 էջ
...underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sod, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange...ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows u glimmering sqnare; go sad, so strange, the days that arc no mon. Dear as remembered kisses after... | |
 | Truth-seeker and present age - 1849 - 540 էջ
...the 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 dawn», The earlicst pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 462 էջ
...with all we love below the verge; So sud, so fresh, the days that arc no more. Ah, sad and straego as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened...strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered ktaees after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others ; deep... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 էջ
...the 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,...square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ; O Death in Life, the days that are no more." She ended... | |
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Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the 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. 
