 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 poetical works of Alfred Tennyson - Strana 83autor/autoři: Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 str.
...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. 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:... | |
 | 1848 - 620 str.
...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. Ah, sad and strange...more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet ns those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love, Deep as first love,... | |
 | 1848 - 614 str.
...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. Ah ! sad and...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square j So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 186 str.
...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. " Ah, sad and...feign'd \ On lips that are for others; deep as love, iDeep as first love, and wild with all regret ; O Death in Life, the days that are no more." She ended... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1848 - 610 str.
...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...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others... | |
 | Truth-seeker and present age - 1849 - 540 str.
...that are no more. Ah, sad and strange, as, in dark summer dawn», The earlicst pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement...after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy fcign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ;... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 438 str.
...underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over 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 pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows u glimmering sqnare;... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 462 str.
...days that arc no more. Ah, sad and straego as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered ktaees after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 str.
...underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinl^s 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 - 1851 - 300 str.
...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. " 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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