 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 - 382 ページ1870 - 438 ページ全文表示 - この書籍について
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 398 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 - 1866 - 332 ページ
...gather to the eyes, In iooking 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,... | |
 | Jane Octavia Elton Brookfield - 1866 - 284 ページ
...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1859 - 302 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... | |
 | John Rolfe - 1867 - 404 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,... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1867 - 802 ページ
...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... | |
 | Robert Hall Baynes - 1878 - 670 ページ
...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... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1867 - 790 ページ
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1869 - 658 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - 208 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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