 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 are no more.  The National Review - Página 9editado por - 1857Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Peter Bayne - 1860 - 432 páginas
...reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others;... | |
 | 1867 - 878 páginas
...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that arc no more. "Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigu'd On... | |
 | 1860 - 634 páginas
...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 pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | 1860 - 632 páginas
...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 pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | William Allingham - 1860 - 316 páginas
...over one That sinks with all we love below the 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, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | John Williamson Palmer - 1861 - 540 páginas
...over one That sinks with all we love below the 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, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 376 páginas
...over one That sinks with all we love below the 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, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | 1861 - 144 páginas
...over one That sinks with all we love below the 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 eyes when unto dying ears The casement slowly grows a glimmering square,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 366 páginas
...over one That sinks with all we love below the 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, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 páginas
...over one That sinks with all we love below the 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, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
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