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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 - Page 193
1860
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 278 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...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; * So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. " Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853
...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. Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ; O Death...
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The Golden Present: A Gift for All Seasons

Mrs. J. Thayer - Gift books - 1853 - 128 pages
...with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and stranged as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when under dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange the days that are...
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The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: Poems and tales

Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853
...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 eyea The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...
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Dwight's Journal of Music, Volumes 1-2

John Sullivan Dwight - Music - 1853
...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 pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The easement slowly grows a glimmering square...
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The princess, a medley

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1855
...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-awakened birds To dying cars, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad. so strange, the...
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Heart songs: a book for the gift-season

Miss E. Hedge - Poetry - 1856 - 144 pages
...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...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square : So sad and strange the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as...
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Fashionable Life

Mary Henderson Eastman - 1856 - 394 pages
...that are no more. " Ah ! sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest hope of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes, The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. " Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet...
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The Yale Literary Magazine, Volumes 22-23

1857
...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...ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows n glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. " Dear as remenibered kisses after...
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The National Review, Volume 4

Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1857
...book viii. 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 ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as...
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