 | William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - 906 стор.
...more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the under world Swamp, il Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawn: The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 178 стор.
...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...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. . " Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1869 - 298 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...verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-a waken' d birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1875 - 400 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...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 494 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...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. "Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Craufurd Tait Ramage - 1875 - 646 стор.
...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... | |
 | Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1876 - 272 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...verge ; * So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah ! sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half awaken'd birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876 - 452 стор.
...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...verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. „ Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer (dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakcnM birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 522 стор.
...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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 стор.
...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...verge, — So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
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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... 
