 | George Higby Throop - 1851 - 250 էջ
...Shore ! " 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. " Dear as remembered kisses aAer death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 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...underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinl^s with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " Ah. sad and... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 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-awaken'd birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 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,... | |
 | Mrs. J. Thayer - 1853 - 144 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 stranged as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
 | John Sullivan Dwight - 1853 - 424 էջ
...thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh a.« the first beam glittering on a sail. That bring* our friends up from the underworld. Sad as the last...one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So s:id, so fresh, the days that are no more. All, sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 326 էջ
...more. " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the undenvorld, 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,... | |
 | Miss E. Hedge - 1856 - 164 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,... | |
 | Mary Henderson Eastman - 1856 - 406 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 hope of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,... | |
 | 1857 - 496 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. * Prelude, book riii. p. 224. Ah, sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd... | |
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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... 
