 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 Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With Original Memoir - 第245页作者：Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 247 页全本阅读 - 图书信息
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 438 页
...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...one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sod, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1850 - 462 页
...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 underworld, Sad ns the last which reddens over ono That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sud, so fresh, the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 页
...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...underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinl^s with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " Ah. sad and... | |
 | George Higby Throop - 1851 - 250 页
...retired, and for me there was no sleep until it was well-nigh day. O ! those days at Cypress Shore ! " 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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 页
...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...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyea The casement slowly grows a glimmering square... | |
 | 1853 - 424 页
...thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh a.« the first beam glittering on a sail. That bring* our friends up from the underworld. Sad as the last...one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So s:id, so fresh, the days that are no more. All, sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest... | |
 | Dinah Maria Mulock Craik - 1853 - 358 页
..." ' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail Which 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.' " " There ! it is gone now," cried Agatha, almost with a pang of loss. She felt Anne Valery's fingers... | |
 | Mrs. J. Thayer - 1853 - 144 页
...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 up from the under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So... | |
 | Georgiana Anne Dalrymple - 1854 - 362 页
...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... | |
 | 1854 - 678 页
...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... | |
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