 | Francis Jacox - 1873 - 490 pages
...short'st of day." The difference is as between the freshness of the LOOKING FORWARD AND LOOKING BACK. 23 first beam glittering on a sail, "that brings our friends up from the underworld," and the sadness of the last " which reddens over one that sinks with all we love below the verge."... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 178 pages
...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1875 - 400 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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1869 - 298 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 494 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... | |
 | Craufurd Tait Ramage - 1875 - 646 pages
...moriente die." AnJ Gray's " Elegy " :— " The curfew tolls the knell of parting day." And Tennyson :— " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...the under-world, Sad as the last which reddens over me. That sinks witb all we love below the vetge, So »ad, so fresh, the days that are no more." THE... | |
 | Lady Isabel Burton - 1875 - 368 pages
...of September, almost secretly, sending word to all my friends that parting was too painful to me. " 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."... | |
 | Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1876 - 272 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876 - 452 pages
...to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-h'elds, 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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 522 pages
...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... | |
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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. 
