 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
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 522 páginas
...over one That sinks with all we lore 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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 196 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...• So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. On lips that are for others ; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret. O Death in... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876 - 452 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-awakcnM birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows u glimmering (square;... | |
 | Sir Wyke Bayliss - 1876 - 230 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... | |
 | Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1876 - 272 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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 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 - 1877 - 104 páginas
...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 grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are 110 more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 392 páginas
...half-awaken'd hirds To dying ears, when nnto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering sqnare; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. " Dear as rememher'd kisses after death, And sweet as those hy hopeless fancy feigu'd On lips that are for others... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 688 páginas
...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. 1 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... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 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...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... | |
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