 | John Rolfe - 1867 - Страниц: 404
...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...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1867 - Страниц: 802
...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 - Страниц: 670
...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 - Страниц: 790
...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... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1867 - Страниц: 824
...In'.king on the happy autumn fields. And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh as the first neam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from...underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That iinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that arc no more. "All, sad and... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1868 - Страниц: 456
...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...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - Страниц: 458
...to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 5 ' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. 10 'Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1869 - Страниц: 658
...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... | |
 | 1869 - Страниц: 1098
...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...friends up from the under-world — Sad as the last that reddens over one That sinks, with all we love below its verge — So sad — BO fresh, the days... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - Страниц: 264
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Antumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. "Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
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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... 
