 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...  Tennyson's Complete Works: (Including Queen Mary) - Side 156af Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1848 - 744 sider
...some divine despair, Rise in the heart, aud gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as...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 sider
...some divine despair Rise in the henrt, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as...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 sider
...some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as...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 - 572 sider
...thinking of the days that arc no more. ', ' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings oar friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which...that are no more. " ' Ah, sad and strange as in dark stammer dawns The earliest pipe of half aicaken'd birds To dying ears, taken unto dying eyes The casement... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 180 sider
...some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh...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 sider
...some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as...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... | |
 | 1848 - 832 sider
...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." 8cc. The princess, however, is not one of these mourners for the flesh-potsof Egypt. She has " an iron... | |
 | Truth-seeker and present age - 1849 - 540 sider
...some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as...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 - 438 sider
...some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as...one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sod, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 462 sider
...some divine despair Riso in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as...That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad ns the last which reddens over ono That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sud, so fresh, the... | |
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