 | William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - Страниц: 906
...more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the under world Swamp, il dawn: The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly... | |
 | Sir Walter Besant, James Rice - 1873 - Страниц: 194
...remembered long ago — before the dawn ; and the sweet words of the poet came into her mind : — '( ЛЬ ! sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest...pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dyintr eyes The casement slowly grows a ','!immering square : So sad, so strange, the days that are... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1873 - Страниц: 350
...friends np from the nnderworld, Sad as the last which reddeus over one That sinks with all we love helow the verge: So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. "Ah, sad and strange as in dark snmmer dawns .The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when nnto dying eyes The casement... | |
 | Francis Jacox - 1873 - Страниц: 490
...short'st of day." The difference is as between the freshness of the LOOKING FORWARD AND LOOKING BACK. 23 first beam glittering on a sail, "that brings our friends up from the underworld," and the sadness of the last " which reddens over one that sinks with all we love below the verge."... | |
 | Benjamin Cummings Truman - 1874 - Страниц: 230
...glittering on a sail Which brings our friends up from the under world." Or look upon " The Inst that reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge." Upon some such shining beach must have grated the keel of the shallop of the worn and weary king, who,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1869 - Страниц: 298
...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-a waken' d birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - Страниц: 494
...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1875 - Страниц: 400
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - Страниц: 178
...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... | |
 | Craufurd Tait Ramage - 1875 - Страниц: 646
...moriente die." AnJ Gray's " Elegy " :— " The curfew tolls the knell of parting day." And Tennyson :— " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...the under-world, Sad as the last which reddens over me. That sinks witb all we love below the vetge, So »ad, so fresh, the days that are no more." THE... | |
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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... 
