 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.  National Review - Pagina 91857Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1848 - 744 pagina’s
...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others... | |
 | 1848 - 620 pagina’s
...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet ns those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others... | |
 | 472 pagina’s
...trial A ray of peace i» given, For many a low voice whispers now, " The Dearest is in Heaven." MET Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To (lying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a'glimmering square... | |
 | 1848 - 614 pagina’s
...over one That sinks with all we love, below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah ! sad and strange, as, in dark summer dawns, The...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square j So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 186 pagina’s
...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...so strange, the days that are no more. ) " Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd \ On lips that are for... | |
 | Truth-seeker and present age - 1849 - 540 pagina’s
...that are no more. Ah, sad and strange, as, in dark summer dawn», The earlicst pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy fcign'd On lips that are for others... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 438 pagina’s
...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sod, 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, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows u glimmering sqnare;... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 462 pagina’s
...days that arc no more. Ah, sad and straego as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement...strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered ktaees after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others ; deep... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 pagina’s
...over one That sinl^s with all we love below the 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, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 pagina’s
...over one That sinks with all we love below the 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, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
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