 | 1848 - 744 стор.
...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 underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So... | |
 | 1848 - 614 стор.
...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 underworld, Sad as the last, which reddens over one That sinks with all we love, below the verge ;... | |
 | 1847 - 1230 стор.
...thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, Thai brings ouf friends up from the under world, Sad as the last which...reddens over one That sinks with all we love below Ihe verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more." &c. The princess, however, is not one of... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1848 - 610 стор.
...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 underworld, Sad as the last, which reddens over one That sinks with all we love, below the verge ;... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 180 стор.
...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 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 стор.
...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 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 стор.
...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 underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 стор.
...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 underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 стор.
...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 underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinl^s with all we love below the verge; So... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 стор.
...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 underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So... | |
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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. 
