 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1859 - 302 pages
...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... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1867 - 802 pages
...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...which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge. [Once a Week, .March le, 1: C7. Seeing that life is mainly made up of partings, it... | |
 | John Rolfe - 1867 - 404 pages
...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...which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1867 - 790 pages
...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...last which reddens over one That sinks with all we lore below the vcrje. Seeing that life is mainly made up of partings, it is no wonder that we dwell... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1867 - 824 pages
...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...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 arc no more. "All, sad and... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 pages
...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...which reddens over one, That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. 10 'Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1869 - 658 pages
...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...underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That ginks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. "Ah, sad and... | |
 | 1869 - 1098 pages
...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...friends up from the under-world — Sad as the last that reddens over one That sinks, with all we love below its verge — So sad — BO fresh, the days... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench - 1870 - 466 pages
...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...which reddens over one, That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. 10 'Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer... | |
 | William Moore - 1870 - 104 pages
...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...which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah ! sad and strange, as in dark summer... | |
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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 are no more. 
