 | 1848 - Страниц: 744
...despair, Rise in the heart, aud 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...That sinks with all we love 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... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - Страниц: 1022
...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...That sinks with all we love 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... | |
 | Страниц: 472
...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 - Страниц: 614
...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...sinks with all we love, 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... | |
 | 1847 - Страниц: 1230
...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 on a sail, Thai brings ouf friends up from the under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks... | |
 | 1848 - Страниц: 572
...and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, , And 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 reddens over one That sinks with all we love... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - Страниц: 186
...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...That sinks with all we love 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... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1848 - Страниц: 610
...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...sinks with all we love, below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah ! sad and strange, as, in dark summer dawna, The earliest pipe... | |
 | 1848 - Страниц: 832
...despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In lookin? on the happy Autumn fields, 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 under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So... | |
 | Truth-seeker and present age - 1849 - Страниц: 540
...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...That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange, as, in dark summer dawn», The earlicst pipe... | |
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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... 
