 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
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 376 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 - 1861 - 366 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,... | |
 | 1861 - 144 sider
...despair Kise in the heart, and gather in the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn field, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on the sail That brings our friends up from the under world j Sad as the last which saddens over one That... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 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,... | |
 | Henry Southgate - 1862 - 774 sider
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking on the days that aro no moro. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That...the under-world, Sad as the last which reddens over me. That sinks with all we love below the verge, So cad, so fresh, the days that are no more Hoed.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 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,... | |
 | 1864 - 496 sider
...despair Rise in the heart and gather in 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 hrings our friends up from the under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1866 - 222 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-awaken'd birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Charles Stuart Calverley - 1866 - 306 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,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 332 sider
...despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In iooking 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,... | |
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