 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.  Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe - Stran 148avtor: Edgar Allan Poe - 1869 - 271 straniCelotni ogled - O knjigi
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...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...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge j So ead, go freih, the days that are no more." 288 A FEW REMARKS ON MANY THINGS. BY MRS. VALENTIN:... | |
 | 1848 - 572 strani
..." ' Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from thi depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on...happy Autumn-fields, , And thinking of the days that arc no more. ', ' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings oar friends up from the... | |
 | 1847 - 1230 strani
...sad: " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and 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... | |
 | 1848 - 832 strani
...some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In lookin? on the happy Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh...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... | |
 | Lady Emily Ponsonby - 1848 - 350 strani
...done. Oh, how am I to live without you !" CHAPTER XXI. Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to -the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. TENNYSON. When Claude Hastings returned home... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 438 strani
...Princess:" Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on...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... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 462 strani
...Princess:" Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Riso in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on...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 - 290 strani
...sang : " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on...underworld, Sad as the last which reddens 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... | |
 | George Higby Throop - 1851 - 250 strani
...retired, and for me there was no sleep until it was well-nigh day. O ! those days at Cypress Shore ! " 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... | |
 | Lewis Gaylord Clark - 1852 - 388 strani
...: ' TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair, Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes, In looking on the fading autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more ! ' There are no two sadder words in... | |
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