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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... "
The Principles of Rhetoric: With Constructive and Critical Work in Composition - ˹éÒ 242
â´Â Elizabeth Hill Spalding - 1905 - 275 ˹éÒ
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The Gentleman's Magazine, and Historical Chronicle, for the ..., àÅèÁ·Õè 183

1848 - 744 ˹éÒ
...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,...
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The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, àÅèÁ·Õè 28

472 ˹éÒ
...however dreary, can add nothing. (To be continued.) 1 Fresh aa the first beam glittering on a rail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge j So ead, go freih, the days that are no more." 288 A FEW REMARKS ON MANY THINGS. BY MRS. VALENTIN:...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, àÅèÁ·Õè 13

1848 - 614 ˹éÒ
...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,...
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The Daguerreotype, àÅèÁ·Õè 2

1848 - 572 ˹éÒ
...thinking of the days that arc no more. ', ' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings oar friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which...verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " ' Ah, sad and strange as in dark stammer dawns The earliest pipe of half aicaken'd birds To dying...
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American Literary Magazine, àÅèÁ·Õè 1-3

1847 - 1230 ˹éÒ
...more. " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, Thai brings ouf friends up from the under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below Ihe verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more." &c. The princess, however, is not one of...
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The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 180 ˹éÒ
...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,...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, àÅèÁ·Õè 13

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1848 - 610 ˹éÒ
...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 dawna, The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,...
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The American Literary Magazine, àÅèÁ·Õè 1-2

1848 - 832 ˹éÒ
...gather to the eyes, In lookin? on the happy Autumn fields, 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 under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So...
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The Truth-seeker in philosophy, literature, and religion, ed. by ..., àÅèÁ·Õè 1

Truth-seeker and present age - 1849 - 540 ˹éÒ
...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 dawn», The earlicst pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears,...
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Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, àÅèÁ·Õè 7

Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 438 ˹éÒ
...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...one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sod, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...
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