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" 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. "
Bentley's quarterly review. [with variant title-leaf to vol. 1]. - Page 193
1860
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The Christian teacher. [Continued as] The National review

National review - 1857
...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 summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...
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The Christian teacher. [Continued as] The National review

National review - 1857
...summoned up a more truthful and forcible illustration of sadness in passion-weakened minds than, " In dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears." Yet who that, after a night of anxiety or labour, hears the clear strong note of the thrush anticipating...
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The National Review, Volume 5

Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1857
...summoned up a more truthful and forcible illustration of sadness in passion-weakened minds than, " In dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears." Yet who that, after a night of anxiety or labour, hears the clear strong note of the thrush anticipating...
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THE POETICAL WORKS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE

EDGAR ALLAN POE - 1858
...over one 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...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as...
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The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With Original Memoir

Edgar Allan Poe - American poetry - 1858 - 247 pages
...over one 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...half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying oyes The easement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more....
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The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: Poems and tales

Edgar Allan Poe, Rufus Wilmot Griswold, Nathaniel Parker Willis, James Russell Lowell - 1859
...one That sinks with all we love below the 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, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...
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Bentley's quarterly review

1860
...strove to speak As when a great thought strikes along the brain, And flushes all the cheek.'—Poems, p. 152. And this fine impersonation of Ignorance,...death in its darkness and decay that chills the warm sensient nature, that ' makes his very heart faint and his whole soul grieve,' and that intrudes itself...
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ESSAYS IN BIOGRAPHY CRITICISM

PETER BAYNE - 1860
...reddens over one 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 of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;...
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Macmillan's Magazine, Volume 15

English literature - 1867
...over one 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 of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...
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Nightingale Valley: A Collection, Including a Great Number of the Choicest ...

William Allingham - English poetry - 1860 - 288 pages
...over one 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 of half awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...
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