 | Robert Hall Baynes - 1878 - 670 str.
...following passage, for instance, from Tennyson — one of the sweetest ever penned by man : — '' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...which reddens over one That sinks with all we love b..low the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more." Here we have a cluster of pretty consonantial... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1867 - 790 str.
...seized on this tendency of nature to colour our thoughts in the scarcely less beautiful lines, — Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That...last which reddens over one That sinks with all we lore below the vcrje. Seeing that life is mainly made up of partings, it is no wonder that we dwell... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1869 - 658 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...underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That ginks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. "Ah, sad and... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - 208 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,... | |
 | William Moore - 1870 - 104 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,... | |
 | 1871 - 210 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,... | |
 | 1871 - 314 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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 498 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...underworld, •Sad as the last which reddens over one nvhat sinks with all we love below the T verge ; *3o sad, so fresh, the days that are no J" more. 3o>"Ah,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 304 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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 186 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... 
