 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1879 - 336 pagine
...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...below the 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1881 - 218 pagine
...glowtt Fruit, blossom, viand, amber wine, and gold. Then she, " Let some one sing to us : lightlicr move The minutes fledged with music : " and a maid,...love below the 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... | |
 | 1881 - 520 pagine
...fall, Smiling ... so I ! THY DAYS GO ON ! ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Tears, idle Tears. TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. SWEET ARE THE ROSY MEMORIES. 22$ Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1881 - 502 pagine
...move The minutes fledged with music " : and a maid, Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang. Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in...all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the Cays that are no more. "Ah, sad and strange as in dark summei dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1881 - 76 pagine
...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...below the 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1881 - 76 pagine
...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...below the 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1881 - 76 pagine
...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...below the 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... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 pagine
...some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, are no more. • Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds... | |
 | Evan Daniel - 1881 - 420 pagine
...play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday. — Byron. i. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. — Tennyson. lt. One sun by day — by night ten thousand shine. I. Friend. Master Caperwit,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1882 - 348 pagine
..."let us down and rest"; and we Down from the lean and wrinkled precipices, By every coppiee-feather'd chasm and cleft, Dropt thro' the ambrosial gloom to...love below the 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... | |
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Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of 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 the first beam glittering... 
