 | English essays - 1848 - 744 pages
...despair, Rise in the heart, aud 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...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... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Fashion - 472 pages
...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:... | |
 | American literature - 1848 - 614 pages
...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...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... | |
 | 1847 - 1230 pages
...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 sail, Thai brings ouf friends up from the under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks... | |
 | American periodicals - 1848 - 572 pages
...and gather to the eyes, In looking on the 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 underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1848 - 186 pages
...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...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... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1848 - 610 pages
...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...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 dawna, The earliest pipe... | |
 | 1848 - 832 pages
...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 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... | |
 | Truth-seeker and present age - 1849 - 540 pages
...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...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 dawn», The earlicst pipe... | |
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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... 
