 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1882 - 226 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 To... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1882 - 430 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...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 - 1882 - 656 pagine
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Antumn-fields, And thinking of thedaysthat arenomore. " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...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... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1882 - 984 pagine
...and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...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-awakened birds To... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1883 - 740 pagine
...call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound," Said Ida ; " let us down and rest : " and we Down from the lean and wrinkled precipices, By every...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... | |
 | 1885 - 458 pagine
...and lilies of the valley, are the things that touch the chords. And oh ! what thoughts they stir ! " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That...below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. ***** Dear as remembcr'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1884 - 56 pagine
...Christ that is to be. "RING OUT, WILD BELLS, TO THE WILD SKY." FROM "THE PRINCESS." rT~vEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 408 pagine
...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 To... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1884 - 412 pagine
...heart, ami gather to the eyes, In looking on the hnppy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that aie no more. " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; 80 sad, so fresh, the days that ar« no more. " Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1885 - 302 pagine
...Into some still cavern deep, There to weep, and weep, and weep My whole soul out to thee. 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. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To... | |
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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... 
