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... Fell , as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado . III . And as his strength Failed him at length , He met a pilgrim shadow ; " Shadow , " said he , " Where can it be , This land of Eldorado ? " IV . " Over the Mountains ...
... Fell , as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado . III . And as his strength Failed him at length , He met a pilgrim shadow ; " Shadow , " said he , " Where can it be , This land of Eldorado ? " IV . " Over the Mountains ...
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... fell gently To sleep on her breast— Deeply to sleep From the heaven of her breast . XIII . When the light was extinguished She covered me warm , And she prayed to the angels To keep me from harm— To the queen of the angels To shield me ...
... fell gently To sleep on her breast— Deeply to sleep From the heaven of her breast . XIII . When the light was extinguished She covered me warm , And she prayed to the angels To keep me from harm— To the queen of the angels To shield me ...
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... fell In the battle down the dell , And who is happy now . III . But he spoke to reassure me , And he kissed my pallid brow , While a reverie came o'er me , And to the churchyard bore me , And I sighed to him before me , Thinking him ...
... fell In the battle down the dell , And who is happy now . III . But he spoke to reassure me , And he kissed my pallid brow , While a reverie came o'er me , And to the churchyard bore me , And I sighed to him before me , Thinking him ...
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... fell on gardens of the unforgiven * On Santa Maura - olim Deucadia . + Sappho . This flower is much noticed by Leuwenhoek and Tourne- fort . The bee feeding upon its blossom becomes intoxicated . K In Trebizond ; and on a sunny flower ...
... fell on gardens of the unforgiven * On Santa Maura - olim Deucadia . + Sappho . This flower is much noticed by Leuwenhoek and Tourne- fort . The bee feeding upon its blossom becomes intoxicated . K In Trebizond ; and on a sunny flower ...
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... fell In many a star - lit grove or moon - lit dell ; Yet silence came upon material things , Fair flowers , bright waterfalls , and angel wings , And sound alone that from the spirit sprang Bore burden to the charm the maiden sang ...
... fell In many a star - lit grove or moon - lit dell ; Yet silence came upon material things , Fair flowers , bright waterfalls , and angel wings , And sound alone that from the spirit sprang Bore burden to the charm the maiden sang ...
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The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With a Notice of His Life and Genius Edgar Allan Poe,James Hannay No preview available - 1856 |
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Page 43 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Page 39 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Page 41 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Page 39 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
Page 37 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, " Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you "—here I opened wide the door.
Page 61 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 42 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Page 68 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Page xix - Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand! The agate lamp within thy hand, Ah ! Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! ISRAFEL And the angel Israfel,...
Page 42 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!