 | 1857 - Страниц: 834
...Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are nom»re, " Fresh a» the first beam glittering op a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld,...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,... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1857 - Страниц: 492
...Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld ; iSad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. * Prelude, book viii. p. 224. Ah, sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - Страниц: 332
...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...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,... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1858 - Страниц: 350
...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 glittering on a sail, That...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... | |
 | Augustus Woodbury - 1858 - Страниц: 276
...beam glittering on a sail, That brings onr friends up from the under world, THE YOUNG MAN AT HOME. 81 Sad as the last, which reddens over one, That sinks,...verge : So sad, so fresh the days that are no more 1" Believe me, these remembrances are to all of us a saving power in this heated and exciting city... | |
 | Augustus Woodbury - 1858 - Страниц: 252
...loved. " 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,...verge : So sad, so fresh the days that are no more !" Believe me, these remembrances are to all of us a saving power in this heated and exciting city... | |
 | 1867 - Страниц: 878
...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,... | |
 | 1860 - Страниц: 634
...strange sympathy with ebbing life ; what a yearning leave-taking of familiar things is in the words, ' Ah ! sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square !' It is death in its darkness and decay that chills the warm sensieut nature, that ' makes his very... | |
 | 1860 - Страниц: 632
...strange sympathy with ebbing life; what a yearning leave-taking of familiar things is in the words, ' Ah! sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square !' It is death in its darkness and decay that chills the warm sensient nature, that ' makes his very... | |
 | Peter Bayne - 1860 - Страниц: 432
...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...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,... | |
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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... 
