| Peter Bayne - 1860 - 432 páginas
...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,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 376 páginas
...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,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 366 páginas
...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,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 páginas
...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,... | |
| Henry Southgate - 1862 - 774 páginas
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking on the days that aro no moro. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That...the under-world, Sad as the last which reddens over me. That sinks with all we love below the verge, So cad, so fresh, the days that are no more Hoed.... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 468 páginas
...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,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 398 páginas
...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,... | |
| Charles Stuart Calverley - 1866 - 320 páginas
...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,... | |
| George H. STRUTT - 1866 - 260 páginas
...gather to the eyes, In looking at 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 - 1866 - 332 páginas
...gather to the eyes, In iooking 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,... | |
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