 | Sir Wyke Bayliss - 1876 - 230 páginas
...more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, And as the last which reddens over one That sinks with...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 - 1877 - 104 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. The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, vvlien unto dying eyes The casement slowly... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 618 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...below the verge, — So sad, so fresh, the days that arc no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 358 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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 688 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. 1 Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1878 - 882 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...the underworld ; Sad as the last which reddens over onu That sinks with all we love below the vergp So sad, so fit si i, the days that are 110 more. Ah,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1879 - 336 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,... | |
 | 1879 - 524 páginas
...gather to the eyes, ln loosing on the happy Antumnfields, And thinking of the days that are no more. "Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over on e That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " Ah,... | |
 | James Comper Gray - 1879 - 398 páginas
...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...the under-world, Sad as the last which reddens over me. That sinks with all we love below the verge, So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.» 4 —... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 páginas
...more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the under world ; before it flew, O'er thine isles depopulate, And all...where many a palace-gate With green sea-tlowers o Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened 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... 
