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 全文表示 -
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