 | 1848 - 744 oldal
...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,... | |
 | 1847 - 624 oldal
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 | 472 oldal
...however dreary, can add nothing. (To be continued.) 1 Fresh aa the first beam glittering on a rail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge j So ead, go freih, the days that are no more." 288 A FEW REMARKS ON MANY THINGS. BY MRS. VALENTIN:... | |
 | 1848 - 614 oldal
...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,... | |
 | 1848 - 572 oldal
...thinking of the days that arc no more. ', ' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings oar friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which...verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " ' Ah, sad and strange as in dark stammer dawns The earliest pipe of half aicaken'd birds To dying... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1848 - 610 oldal
...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 dawna, The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 180 oldal
...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,... | |
 | 1848 - 832 oldal
...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." 8cc. The princess, however, is not one of these mourners for the flesh-potsof Egypt. She has " an iron... | |
 | Truth-seeker and present age - 1849 - 540 oldal
...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 dawn», The earlicst pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 438 oldal
...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...one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sod, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest... | |
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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... 
