 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...  Classical Geography - Pagina 165di Henry Fanshawe Tozer - 1897 - 3 pagineVisualizzazione completa - Informazioni su questo libro
 | 1848 - 744 pagine
...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 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... | |
 | 1848 - 614 pagine
...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 brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last, which reddens over one That sinks with all we love, below the verge ;... | |
 | 1848 - 832 pagine
...eyes, In lookin? on the happy Autumn fields, 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 under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh,... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1848 - 610 pagine
...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 brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last, which reddens over one That sinks with all we love, below the verge ;... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 180 pagine
...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 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... | |
 | Truth-seeker and present age - 1849 - 540 pagine
...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 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... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 438 pagine
...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 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... | |
 | George Higby Throop - 1851 - 250 pagine
...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 sad, so fresh,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 pagine
...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 brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinl^s with all we love below the verge; So... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 pagine
...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 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... | |
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