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... voice . And the night shall be filled with music , And the cares , that infest the day , Shall fold their tents , like the Arabs , And as silently steal away . With no great range of imagination , these lines have been justly admired ...
... voice . And the night shall be filled with music , And the cares , that infest the day , Shall fold their tents , like the Arabs , And as silently steal away . With no great range of imagination , these lines have been justly admired ...
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... voice . The ryhthmical flow , here , is even voluptuous - nothing could De more melodious . The poem has always affected me in a re- markable manner . The intense melancholy which seems to well up , perforce , to the surface of all the ...
... voice . The ryhthmical flow , here , is even voluptuous - nothing could De more melodious . The poem has always affected me in a re- markable manner . The intense melancholy which seems to well up , perforce , to the surface of all the ...
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... voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain ; But memory , such as mine of her , So very much endears , When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's , but hers . I fill'd this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone , A ...
... voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain ; But memory , such as mine of her , So very much endears , When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's , but hers . I fill'd this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone , A ...
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... voice of the forest - in the surf that complains to the shore - in the fresh breath of the woods - in the scent of the violet - in the voluptuous perfume of the hyacinth - in the suggestive odor that comes to him , at eventide , from ...
... voice of the forest - in the surf that complains to the shore - in the fresh breath of the woods - in the scent of the violet - in the voluptuous perfume of the hyacinth - in the suggestive odor that comes to him , at eventide , from ...
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... voice of all God's creatures , " ) Could hope to utter . And I ! my spells are broken . The pen falls powerless from my shivering hand . With thy dear name as text , though bidden by thee , I cannot write - I cannot speak or think— Alas ...
... voice of all God's creatures , " ) Could hope to utter . And I ! my spells are broken . The pen falls powerless from my shivering hand . With thy dear name as text , though bidden by thee , I cannot write - I cannot speak or think— Alas ...
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Page 268 - 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 xv - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page xxiv - 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. 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.
Page 20 - THE skies they were ashen and sober ; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere ; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir : It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Page 10 - ... thing of evil ! — prophet Fa*y 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! Quoth the raven,
Page 27 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Page xv - And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 35 - Up many and many a marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down.
Page 23 - 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 8 - 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,