 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...  The Writing and Reading of Verse - Side 82af Clarence Edward Andrews - 1918 - 327 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 462 sider
...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 the first beam...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 sider
...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 the first...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 - 1851 - 290 sider
...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 the first...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... | |
 | George Higby Throop - 1851 - 250 sider
...retired, and for me there was no sleep until it was well-nigh day. O ! those days at Cypress 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 with all we love below the verge, So... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 sider
...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 the first...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,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 sider
...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 the first beam...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,... | |
 | John Sullivan Dwight - 1853 - 424 sider
...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... | |
 | Mrs. J. Thayer - 1853 - 144 sider
...despair Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking on the days that are no 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 with all we love below the verge ; So... | |
 | Dinah Maria Mulock Craik - 1853 - 358 sider
..." ' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail Which brings our friends up from the under world ; Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks, with all we love, below the verge.' " " There ! it is gone now," cried Agatha, almost with a pang of loss. She felt Anne Valery's fingers... | |
 | Georgiana Anne Dalrymple - 1854 - 362 sider
...and, sweeping onward with a graceful curve, was lost in the golden baze that canopied the horizon. " 'Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That...our friends up from the under-world. Sad as the last that reddens over one That sinks with all we love beneath the verge— So sad, so fresh, the days that... | |
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