 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
 | George H. STRUTT - 1866 - 260 pages
...gather to the eyes, In looking at 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... | |
 | Charles Stuart Calverley - English poetry - 1866 - 320 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 - English poetry - 1866 - 398 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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - History - 1859 - 302 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 under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So... | |
 | John Rolfe - 1867 - 404 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... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - England - 1867 - 802 pages
...seized on this tendency of nature to colour our thoughts in the scarcely less beautiful lines, — 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. [Once a Week, .March le, 1: C7.... | |
 | Robert Hall Baynes - 1878 - 670 pages
...following passage, for instance, from Tennyson — one of the sweetest ever penned by man : — '' 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 b..low the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1867 - 824 pages
...In'.king on the happy autumn fields. And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh as the first neam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That iinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 pages
...to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 5 ' 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... | |
 | 1869 - 1098 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...that reddens over one That sinks, with all we love below its verge — So sad — BO fresh, the days that are no more! Oh! sad and strange, as in dark... | |
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