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 as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that... The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate - Page 186by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1894 - 898 lehteFull view - About this book
| 1848 - 744 lehte
...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...square ; So 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... | |
| Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 lehte
...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...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:... | |
| 1848 - 620 lehte
...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...square ; So 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... | |
| 1848 - 614 lehte
...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,...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 lehte
...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...square ; So 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... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 422 lehte
...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...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... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 lehte
...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...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... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 lehte
...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...half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyea The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 lehte
...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...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... | |
| Miss E. Hedge - 1856 - 164 lehte
...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,...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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