 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 688 páginas
...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 the first beam...That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. 1 Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 376 páginas
...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 the first beam...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 dawns The earliest pipe... | |
 | 1982 - 348 páginas
...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 the first beam...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 dawns The earliest pipe... | |
 | W. W. Robson, William Wallace Robson - 1984 - 288 páginas
...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 the first beam...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 dawns The earliest pipe... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson - 1984 - 1572 páginas
...despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe... | |
 | William E. Cain - 1984 - 268 páginas
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 51 Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...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 dawns The earliest pipe... | |
 | Richard Leppert - 1993 - 352 páginas
...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 the first beam...That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1995 - 244 páginas
...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 the first beam...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 dawns The earliest pipe... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 páginas
...heart, and 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 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 dawns The earliest pipe... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Leonard Cassuto - 1999 - 228 páginas
...so little of the earth, earthy. What I am about to read is from his last long poem, "The Princess:" Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail. That...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 dawns The earliest pipe... | |
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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... 
