| William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 str.
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. that are ; Theirs is but a summer's song, — Thine endures the winter long, Uni under world ; Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge, —... | |
| 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...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... | |
| 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...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... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 306 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. move To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so... | |
| 1872 - 900 str.
...Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the under world ; SaJ or think of next 1 I am in a little fever Lest the...leave papa to name her. MARY LAMB. BABY MAY. CHEEKS half -awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 360 str.
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the hnppy Autnmu-flclds, 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 ead, so fresh, the days that are no more. "Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns ! The earliest... | |
| Living voices - 1873 - 586 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...are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawn's The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly... | |
| Sir Richard Claverhouse Jebb - 1873 - 262 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. Desiderium. O lacrimae, lacrimae, quo numine miror, inanes, nescio quid lacrimae plusquam mortale sequentes... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - 906 str.
...more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the under world Swamp, il dawn: The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1873 - 350 str.
...friends np from the nnderworld, Sad as the last which reddeus over one That sinks with all we love helow the verge: So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. "Ah, sad and strange as in dark snmmer dawns .The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when nnto dying eyes The casement... | |
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