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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 Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912 - หน้า 439
1915 - 3742 หน้า
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The Gentleman's Magazine, and Historical Chronicle, for the ..., เล่มที่ 183

1848 - 744 หน้า
...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...

The Quarterly review, เล่มที่ 82

1848 - 620 หน้า
...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...

The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, เล่มที่ 28

472 หน้า
...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:...

The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, เล่มที่ 13

1848 - 614 หน้า
...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...

The Daguerreotype, เล่มที่ 2

1848 - 572 หน้า
...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...that are no more. " ' Ah, sad and strange as in dark stammer dawns The earliest pipe of half aicaken'd birds To dying ears, taken unto dying eyes The casement...

The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 180 หน้า
...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...

Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, เล่มที่ 13

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1848 - 610 หน้า
...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...no more. Ah ! sad and strange, as, in dark summer dawna, The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly...

The American Literary Magazine, เล่มที่ 1-2

1848 - 832 หน้า
...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...

The Truth-seeker in philosophy, literature, and religion, ed. by ..., เล่มที่ 1

Truth-seeker and present age - 1849 - 540 หน้า
...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...are no more. Ah, sad and strange, as, in dark summer dawn», The earlicst pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly...

Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, เล่มที่ 7

Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 438 หน้า
...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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