 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 - 第148页作者：Edgar Allan Poe - 1869 - 271 页全本阅读 - 图书信息
 | Beautiful poetry - 1858 - 350 页
...DAYS. 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 on the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends... | |
 | Augustus Woodbury - 1858 - 252 页
...in the old churchyard which contains the mortal part of those whom they have once known and loved. " 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... | |
 | 1859 - 528 页
...what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eves, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Al>, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,... | |
 | 1859 - 594 页
...after death And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others — * • • • Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld. Wo do not instance this as direct imitation, but only as showing the tendency of young Bulwer to employ... | |
 | 1859 - 1028 页
...mélancoliques : TearB, idle tears, I know not what tbey mcan, 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. Cette froideur e\quise pénètre tous les... | |
 | 1859 - 148 页
...*" ' 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. TENNYSON. A DAY IN AUTUMN. TIIEKE was not,... | |
 | Peter Bayne - 1860 - 432 页
...grief. " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some divine despair Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes, In looking on...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... | |
 | 1861 - 144 页
...some divine despair Kise in the heart, and gather in the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn field, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on the sail That brings our friends up from the under world j Sad as the last which saddens over one That... | |
 | Henry Southgate - 1862 - 774 页
...DAYS. 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 on the days that aro no moro. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1864 - 324 页
...parted, each retiring to his state-room for repose. CHAPTER XII. THE STORY OF ESTELLE. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...autumn-fields And thinking of the days that are no more. Tennyson. BALMY, bright, and beautiful broke the succeeding morning. Every passenger as he came on... | |
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