 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...  Once a Week - Pagina 313a cura di - 1867Visualizzazione completa - Informazioni su questo libro
 | Benjamin Cummings Truman - 1874 - 230 pagine
...glittering on a sail Which brings our friends up from the under world." Or look upon " The Inst that reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge." Upon some such shining beach must have grated the keel of the shallop of the worn and weary king, who,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1869 - 298 pagine
...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 on a sail, That...over one That sinks with all we 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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1875 - 400 pagine
...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 on a sail, That...over one That sinks with all we 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 178 pagine
...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 on a sail, That...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. . " Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 494 pagine
...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 on a sail, That...over one That sinks with all we 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... | |
 | Craufurd Tait Ramage - 1875 - 646 pagine
...moriente die." AnJ Gray's " Elegy " :— " The curfew tolls the knell of parting day." And Tennyson :— " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...the under-world, Sad as the last which reddens over me. That sinks witb all we love below the vetge, So »ad, so fresh, the days that are no more." THE... | |
 | Lady Isabel Burton - 1875 - 368 pagine
...of September, almost secretly, sending word to all my friends that parting was too painful to me. " 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."... | |
 | Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1876 - 272 pagine
...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 on a sail, That...over one That sinks with all we 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876 - 452 pagine
...to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-h'elds, And thinking of the days that are no more. „ Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...over one That sinks with all we 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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 522 pagine
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that arc no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...last which reddens over one That sinks with all we lore below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark... | |
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