 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
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 468 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... | |
 | James Madison Watson - 1864 - 434 páginas
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn fields, And thinking of 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... | |
 | George H. STRUTT - 1866 - 260 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...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1866 - 222 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...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 lire for others... | |
 | Charles Stuart Calverley - 1866 - 306 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...square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. TENNYSON. Surgit amari aliquid. SCILICET et lacrymas — quis dixerit unde profectas? — Nescio quod... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 734 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...dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering sipiaru; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. " Dear as remember'd kisses after death. And... | |
 | Jane Octavia Elton Brookfield - 1866 - 284 páginas
...him. Here in England we die in our beds, and within four walls, as our great Poet has described : " 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."... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 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 - 1866 - 398 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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 332 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... | |
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