 | 1982 - 348 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... | |
 | 佐藤勇夫 - 1983 - 548 ページ
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 | David Pole - 1983 - 264 ページ
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 | William E. Cain - 1984 - 268 ページ
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 51 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,... | |
 | W. W. Robson, William Wallace Robson - 1984 - 288 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,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson - 1984 - 1572 ページ
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of 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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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... 
