 | Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1876 - 272 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 522 Seiten
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that arc no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...last which reddens over one That sinks with all we lore below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark... | |
 | Sir Wyke Bayliss - 1876 - 230 Seiten
...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 underworld, And as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge : So sad, so fresh,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 Seiten
...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, —... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 104 Seiten
...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. The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, vvlien unto dying eyes The casement slowly... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 618 Seiten
...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...below the verge, — So sad, so fresh, the days that arc no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 392 Seiten
...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 hirds To dying ears, when nnto dying eyes The casement... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 358 Seiten
...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 Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 688 Seiten
...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. 1 Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1878 - 882 Seiten
...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...the underworld ; Sad as the last which reddens over onu That sinks with all we love below the vergp So sad, so fit si i, the days that are 110 more. Ah,... | |
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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... 
