 | William Moore - 1870 - 104 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-awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
 | 1871 - 210 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-awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
 | 1871 - 314 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-awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 498 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...underworld, •Sad as the last which reddens over one nvhat sinks with all we love below the T verge ; *3o sad, so fresh, the days that are no J" more. 3o>"Ah,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 304 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 (1st baron.) - 1872 - 186 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 (1st baron.) - 1872 - 360 стор.
...gather to the eyes, In looking on the hnppy Autnmu-flclds, And thinking of the days that are no more. "Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail. That...one That sinks with all we love below the verge : So ead, so fresh, the days that are no more. "Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns ! The earliest... | |
 | 1872 - 900 стор.
...Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the under world ; SaJ or think of next 1 I am in a little fever Lest the...her Should disgrace her or defame her ; — I wil Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half -awakened birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Living voices - 1873 - 588 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 dawn's The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,... | |
 | Sir Richard Claverhouse Jebb - 1873 - 262 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. Desiderium. O lacrimae, lacrimae, quo numine miror, inanes, nescio quid lacrimae plusquam mortale sequentes... | |
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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... 
