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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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The princess. With illustr. from drawings by D. Maclise

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1866
...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,...

Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by ...

Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866
...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,...

Only George: A Story, 第 2 巻

Jane Octavia Elton Brookfield - 1866
...him. Here in England we die in our beds, and within four walls, as our great Poet has described : " Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square." George Evelyn now threw himself into his work with all the ardour of his nature. Scientific meetings...

The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With an Original Memoir

Edgar Allan Poe - 1859 - 278 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...below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that arc no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakeu'd birds To...

Extracts from English Literature

John Rolfe - 1867 - 383 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-awaken'd birds To dying ears,...

Once a Week, 第 3 巻

1867
...seized on this tendency of nature to colour our thoughts in the scarcely less beautiful lines, — Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge. [Once a Week, .March le, 1: C7. Seeing that life is mainly made up of partings, it is no wonder that...

The Churchman's shilling magazine and family treasury, conducted by ..., 第 22 巻

Robert Hall Baynes - 1878
...following passage, for instance, from Tennyson — one of the sweetest ever penned by man : — '' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...which reddens over one That sinks with all we love b..low the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more." Here we have a cluster of pretty consonantial...

Once a Week, 第 3 巻、第 16 巻

Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1867
...seized on this tendency of nature to colour our thoughts in the scarcely less beautiful lines, — Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That...last which reddens over one That sinks with all we lore below the vcrje. Seeing that life is mainly made up of partings, it is no wonder that we dwell...

Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1869 - 379 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...underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That ginks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. "Ah, sad and...

Horae Tennysonianae: sive, Eclogae e Tennysono : latine redditae

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - 139 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,...




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