 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...  Classical Geography - Seite 165von Henry Fanshawe Tozer - 1897 - 3 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | 1848 - 744 Seiten
...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, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So... | |
 | 1848 - 614 Seiten
...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, Sad as the last, which reddens over one That sinks with all we love, below the verge ;... | |
 | 1848 - 832 Seiten
...eyes, In lookin? 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 sad, so fresh,... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1848 - 610 Seiten
...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, Sad as the last, which reddens over one That sinks with all we love, below the verge ;... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 180 Seiten
...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, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So... | |
 | Truth-seeker and present age - 1849 - 540 Seiten
...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, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 438 Seiten
...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, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So... | |
 | George Higby Throop - 1851 - 250 Seiten
...for me there was no sleep until it was well-nigh day. O ! those days at Cypress Shore ! " 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 sad, so fresh,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 Seiten
...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, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinl^s with all we love below the verge; So... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 Seiten
...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, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So... | |
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