 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1882 - Страниц: 226
...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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1882 - Страниц: 656
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Antumn-fields, And thinking of thedaysthat arenomore. " 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,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1882 - Страниц: 430
...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,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1975 - Страниц: 1042
...looking on the happy autumn- fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first heam se windows. This heing so, they could not have re-fastened the sashes from the inside, as they were found helow the verge ; So sad, BO fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer... | |
 | 1982 - Страниц: 348
...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... | |
 | W. W. Robson, William Wallace Robson - 1984 - Страниц: 288
...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-awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson - 1984 - Страниц: 1572
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
 | William E. Cain - 1984 - Страниц: 268
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 51 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-awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Bill Moore - 1987 - Страниц: 180
...dumb with snow. ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON Dumb with snow. They are silent . . . but dumb is a better word. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON And that must be very early indeed, as the birds start up long before daylight... | |
 | Richard Leppert - 1993 - Страниц: 352
...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. To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange,... | |
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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... 
