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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... "
A household book of English poetry, selected with notes by R.C. Trench - Strana 381
upravili: - 1868
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The Gentleman's Magazine, and Historical Chronicle, for the Year ..., Svazek 183

1848
...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,...
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The Quarterly Review, Svazek 82

1847
[ Omlouváme se, ale obsah této stránky je nepřístupný. ]
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The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Svazek 28

...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:...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Svazek 13

1848
...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,...
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The Daguerreotype, Svazek 2

1848
...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...verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " ' Ah, sad and strange as in dark stammer dawns The earliest pipe of half aicaken'd birds To dying...
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The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Svazek 13

1848
...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 dawna, The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,...
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The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 164 str.
...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,...
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American Literary Magazine, Svazky 1–2

1848
...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...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more." 8cc. The princess, however, is not one of these mourners for the flesh-potsof Egypt. She has " an iron...
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The Truth-seeker in philosophy, literature, and religion, ed. by F ..., Svazek 1

Truth-seeker and present age - 1849
...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 dawn», The earlicst pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears,...
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Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, Svazek 7

John Seely Hart - 1850
...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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