 | Miss E. Hedge - 1856 - 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-awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Mary Henderson Eastman - 1856 - 406 str.
...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. " Ah ! sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest hope of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,... | |
 | 1857 - 496 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. * Prelude, book riii. p. 224. Ah, sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd... | |
 | 1857 - 834 str.
...Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are nom»re, " Fresh a» the first beam glittering op a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld,...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,... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1857 - 492 str.
...Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld ; iSad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. * Prelude, book viii. p. 224. Ah, sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 332 str.
...to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 244 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-awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1858 - 350 str.
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking on the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, BO fresh, the days that are no more. Tmnrrson. B EAUTIFUL POETRY for 1857— a selection of the choicest... | |
 | Augustus Woodbury - 1858 - 276 str.
...beam glittering on a sail, That brings onr friends up from the under world, THE YOUNG MAN AT HOME. 81 Sad as the last, which reddens over one, That sinks,...verge : So sad, so fresh the days that are no more 1" Believe me, these remembrances are to all of us a saving power in this heated and exciting city... | |
 | Augustus Woodbury - 1858 - 252 str.
...loved. " 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 !" Believe me, these remembrances are to all of us a saving power in this heated and exciting city... | |
 | 1867 - 878 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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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... 
