 | 1848 - 744 strani
...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, when unto dying eyes The casement...after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ;... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 strani
...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...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others... | |
 | 1848 - 620 strani
...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, when unto dying eyes The casement...more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet ns those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love, Deep as first love,... | |
 | 1848 - 614 strani
...that are no more. Ah ! sad and strange, as, in dark summer dawns, The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying 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 - 180 strani
...that are no more. " Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement...after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ;... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1848 - 610 strani
...that are no more. Ah ! sad and strange, as, in dark summer dawna, The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 438 strani
...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; go sad, so strange, the days that arc no mon. Dear as remembered kisses after... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 462 strani
...sud, so fresh, the 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...sad, so 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 strani
...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...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. " Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 strani
...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...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. " Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others;... | |
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... 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. 
