 | Georgiana Anne Dalrymple - 1854 - 362 pages
...and, sweeping onward with a graceful curve, was lost in the golden baze that canopied the horizon. " 'Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That...our friends up from the under-world. Sad as the last that reddens over one That sinks with all we love beneath the verge— So sad, so fresh, the days that... | |
 | Food - 1854 - 678 pages
...eye*, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of tho days thai are no more ! " Fresh an the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the under world : Sad as tho last which reddens over one That sinks, with all we love, below the verge... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1855 - 326 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, That brings our friends up from the undenvorld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So... | |
 | 1855 - 744 pages
...we look on the boundless plain of the ocean. So obvious as to be used by way of illustration — " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the under world; Sad as the last that reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge." If... | |
 | Miss E. Hedge - English poetry - 1856 - 164 pages
...— 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... | |
 | Mary Henderson Eastman - 1856 - 406 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, 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 ;... | |
 | Great Britain - 1857 - 496 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. * Prelude, book riii. p. 224. Ah, sad and strange, as in dark... | |
 | 1857 - 834 pages
...Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are nom»re, " Fresh a» the first beam glittering op a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld,...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... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - Periodicals - 1857 - 492 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...sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld ; iSad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - American poetry - 1858 - 332 pages
...to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 244 Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...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... | |
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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... 
