Selections from the Southern PoetsWilliam Lander Weber Macmillan, 1903 - 221 Seiten |
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... thee stand , The agate lamp within thy hand ! Ah , Psyche , from the regions which Are Holy Land ! 10 ISRAFEL " And the angel Israfel , whose heart - B 1 To Helen The Burden of the Desert The Grape-vine Swing To Spring Dixie To the ...
... thee stand , The agate lamp within thy hand ! Ah , Psyche , from the regions which Are Holy Land ! 10 ISRAFEL " And the angel Israfel , whose heart - B 1 To Helen The Burden of the Desert The Grape-vine Swing To Spring Dixie To the ...
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... thee the laurels belong , Best bard , because the wisest : Merrily live , and long ! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit : Thy grief , thy joy , thy hate , thy love , With the fervor of thy lute : Well may the stars be ...
... thee the laurels belong , Best bard , because the wisest : Merrily live , and long ! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit : Thy grief , thy joy , thy hate , thy love , With the fervor of thy lute : Well may the stars be ...
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... dead may feel no wrong . The sweet Lenore hath gone before , with Hope that flew beside , Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride : For her , the fair and ° debonair , that EDGAR ALLAN POE 5.
... dead may feel no wrong . The sweet Lenore hath gone before , with Hope that flew beside , Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride : For her , the fair and ° debonair , that EDGAR ALLAN POE 5.
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... thee- angels he hath sent thee 80 - by these Respite respite and ° nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff , oh quaff this kind nepenthe , and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Raven , " Nevermore . " " Prophet ! " said I ...
... thee- angels he hath sent thee 80 - by these Respite respite and ° nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff , oh quaff this kind nepenthe , and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Raven , " Nevermore . " " Prophet ! " said I ...
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... thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plu- tonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door ! 100 Take thy beak from out my heart , and ...
... thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plu- tonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door ! 100 Take thy beak from out my heart , and ...
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Advance the flag ALEXANDER BEAUFORT MEEK angels Annabel Lee arms to arms beauty bells brave breast breath bright Carolina charms chose thee cloud dark dead death doth dream earth EDGAR ALLAN POE Edited EDWARD COATE PINKNEY eyes flag of Dixie floats Florence Vane Furl glory golden grave gray gwine hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Timrod hills of Georgia hills of Habersham IRWIN RUSSELL Israfel King land Lenore light Lily marshes of Glynn MOCKING BIRD moonlight song never Nevermore night o'er Poe's poem poet Raven Read red old hills RICHARD HENRY WILDE river roll shades shine Sidney Lanier sigh silence sing skies sleep smile soft song soul sound Southern springs star-spangled banner stars stream sweet swells tears tell Terra-re thine thou Ulalume valleys of Hall verse voice wave we's wing wondering woods youth ΙΟ
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Seite 27 - 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...
Seite 11 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, "weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door : Only this and nothing more.
Seite 16 - 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.
Seite 7 - And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king.
Seite 12 - And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me — with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So that now, to still the beating of my heart. I stood repeating " "Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. This it is, and nothing more.
Seite 15 - But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour, Nothing further then he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered, Till I scarcely more than muttered, — "Other friends have flown before; On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.
Seite 94 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Seite 27 - The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know. In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night. Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Seite 95 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Seite 19 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door...