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" 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... "
A household book of English poetry, selected with notes by R.C. Trench - 381 ページ
編集 - 1868
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Bertie, Or, Life in the Old Field: A Humorous Novel

George Higby Throop - 1851 - 242 ページ
...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...verge, So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " Dear as remembered kisses aAer death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are...

POEMS

ALFRED TENNYSON - 1851
...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...underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinl^s with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " Ah. sad and...

The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: Poems and tales

Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853
...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...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,...

Poems, 第 2 巻

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853
...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...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,...

The Golden Present: A Gift for All Seasons

Mrs. J. Thayer - 1853 - 128 ページ
...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...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and stranged as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears,...

Dwight's Journal of Music

John Sullivan Dwight - 1853
...thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh a.« the first beam glittering on a sail. That bring* our friends up from the underworld. Sad as the last...one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So s:id, so fresh, the days that are no more. All, sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest...

Poems, 第 2 巻

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 379 ページ
...more. " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the undenvorld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks...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,...

Heart Songs: A Book for the Gift-season

Miss E. Hedge - 1856 - 144 ページ
...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...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,...

Fashionable Life

Mary Henderson Eastman - 1856 - 394 ページ
...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...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " Ah ! sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest hope of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,...

National Review, 第 4 巻

1857
...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...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. * Prelude, book riii. p. 224. Ah, sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd...




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