 | 1881 - 520 էջ
...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 sail That...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. SWEET ARE THE ROSY MEMORIES. 22$ Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1881 - 76 էջ
...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 sail, That...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-awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Evan Daniel - 1881 - 420 էջ
...play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday. — Byron. i. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. — Tennyson. lt. One sun by day — by night ten thousand shine. I. Friend. Master Caperwit, before... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1881 - 76 էջ
...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 sail, That...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-awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1881 - 76 էջ
...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 sail, That...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-awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 էջ
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of 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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1881 - 502 էջ
...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 sail, That...all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the Cays that are no more. "Ah, sad and strange as in dark summei dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 1000 էջ
...thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings onr e i , Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakeued birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1881 - 742 էջ
...the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. ' Kresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings...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... | |
 | 1881 - 200 էջ
...more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks...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-awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
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And thinking of the days that are no more. 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... 
