 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...  The Land We Love - Стр. 4701869Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - Страниц: 726
...some divine despair, rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, in looking on the happy Autumn-fields, and thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as...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... | |
 | George H. STRUTT - 1866 - Страниц: 260
...some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking at the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1866 - Страниц: 222
...some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh...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... | |
 | Charles Stuart Calverley - 1866 - Страниц: 306
...some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - Страниц: 398
...some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh...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... | |
 | John Rolfe - 1867 - Страниц: 404
...some divine despair Bise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as...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... | |
 | 1867 - Страниц: 802
...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...our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge. [Once a Week, .March le, 1: C7.... | |
 | Robert Hall Baynes - 1878 - Страниц: 670
...following passage, for instance, from Tennyson — one of the sweetest ever penned by man : — '' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love b..low the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that... | |
 | 1867 - Страниц: 824
...In'.king on the happy autumn fields. And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh as the first neam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That iinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - Страниц: 458
...to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 5 ' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...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... | |
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