 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.  Vivia, a journal - Page 87by Georgiana Anne Dalrymple - 1854Full view - About this book
 | English essays - 1848 - 744 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...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... | |
 | Fashion - 472 pages
...however dreary, can add nothing. (To be continued.) 1 Fresh aa the first beam glittering on a rail, 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 j So ead, go freih, the days that... | |
 | American literature - 1848 - 614 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...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... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1848 - 610 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...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 1848 - 180 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...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... | |
 | 1848 - 832 pages
...gather to the eyes, In lookin? 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 under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - Periodicals - 1850 - 438 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...our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sod, so fresh, the days that... | |
 | Truth-seeker and present age - 1849 - 540 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...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... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - Periodicals - 1850 - 462 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 brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad ns the last which reddens over ono That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sud, so fresh, the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 1851 - 300 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...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... | |
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