 | Beautiful poetry - 1858 - 350 oldal
...despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking on the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam...That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, BO fresh, the days that are no more. Tmnrrson. B EAUTIFUL POETRY for 1857— a selection of the choicest... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 332 oldal
...to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 244 Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...below the 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... | |
 | 1859 - 528 oldal
...what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eves, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking...below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Al>, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds... | |
 | 1867 - 878 oldal
...GROVE. "Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some divine despair Eisc in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on...below the 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 376 oldal
...broidered down we sank Our elbows : on a tripod in the midst A fragrant flame rose, and before us glowed Fruit, blossom, viand, amber wine and gold. Then she,...below the 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 366 oldal
...on a tripod in the midst A fragrant flame rose, and before us glowed Fruit, blossom, viand, ambei1 wine and gold. Then she, " Let some one sing to us...below the 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 oldal
...broidered down we sank Our elbows : on a tripod in the midst A fragrant flame rose, and before us glowed Fruit, blossom, viand, amber wine and gold. Then she,...below the 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 468 oldal
...broidered down we sank Our elbows : on a tripod in the midst A fragrant flame rose, and before us glowed Fruit, blossom, viand, amber wine and gold. Then she,...below the 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 734 oldal
...Lamp-lit from the inner. Once she lean'd on me. Descending ; once or twice she lent her hand, And bh'ssful palpitations in the blood, Stirring a sudden transport...below the 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1866 - 222 oldal
...glow'd Fruit, blossom, viand, amber wine, and gold. Then she ' Let some one sing to us : lightlicr move The minutes fledged with music :' and a maid,...below the 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... | |
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Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and 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... 
