 | 1859 - 528 str.
...gather to the eves, 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. Al>, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,... | |
 | 1859 - 594 str.
...after death And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others — * • • • Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld. Wo do not instance this as direct imitation, but only as showing the tendency of young Bulwer to employ... | |
 | 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...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... | |
 | 1860 - 634 str.
...strange sympathy with ebbing life ; what a yearning leave-taking of familiar things is in the words, ' Ah ! sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square !' It is death in its darkness and decay that chills the warm sensieut nature, that ' makes his very... | |
 | 1860 - 632 str.
...strange sympathy with ebbing life; what a yearning leave-taking of familiar things is in the words, ' Ah! sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square !' It is death in its darkness and decay that chills the warm sensient nature, that ' makes his very... | |
 | Peter Bayne - 1860 - 432 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 brings our friends up from the under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge So... | |
 | William Allingham - 1860 - 316 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 brings our friends up from the under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge, So... | |
 | 1861 - 144 str.
...glittering on the sail That brings our friends up from the under world j Sad as the last which saddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge...The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying eyes when unto dying ears The casement slowly grows a glimmering square, So sad, so strange, the days... | |
 | Henry Southgate - 1862 - 774 str.
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking on the days that aro no moro. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That...the under-world, Sad as the last which reddens over me. That sinks with all we love below the verge, So cad, so fresh, the days that are no more Hoed.... | |
 | 1864 - 496 str.
...more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That hrings our friends up from the under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge, So sweet, so fresh, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death. And sweet as those... | |
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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... 
