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... Sweet Tyrant of all ! I drank at thy fountain False waters of thirst , Thou intimate stranger , Thou latest and first ! " The origin of the love of beauty , or how beauty acts upon the human heart , is truly a mystery , so deeply set in ...
... Sweet Tyrant of all ! I drank at thy fountain False waters of thirst , Thou intimate stranger , Thou latest and first ! " The origin of the love of beauty , or how beauty acts upon the human heart , is truly a mystery , so deeply set in ...
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... sweet season gave , And coming to the church , stopped short , Beside my daughter's grave . " Nine summers had she scarcely seen , The pride of all the vale , And then she sang - she would have been A very nightingale . " Six feet in ...
... sweet season gave , And coming to the church , stopped short , Beside my daughter's grave . " Nine summers had she scarcely seen , The pride of all the vale , And then she sang - she would have been A very nightingale . " Six feet in ...
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... sweet breath Wakes from its silent death , And that long - perished bird once more I hear it sing . " I feel a bright form stand , One of the seraph band , Close at my side as in the times gone by . Once more his little feet With my ...
... sweet breath Wakes from its silent death , And that long - perished bird once more I hear it sing . " I feel a bright form stand , One of the seraph band , Close at my side as in the times gone by . Once more his little feet With my ...
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... Sweet to me thy drowsy tone , Tells of countless sunny hours , Long days , and solid banks of flowers , Of gulfs of sweetness without bound In Indian wildernesses found : Of Syrian peace , immortal leisure , Firmest cheer , RALPH WALDO ...
... Sweet to me thy drowsy tone , Tells of countless sunny hours , Long days , and solid banks of flowers , Of gulfs of sweetness without bound In Indian wildernesses found : Of Syrian peace , immortal leisure , Firmest cheer , RALPH WALDO ...
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... sweet , Thou dost mock at fate and care , Leave the chaff , and take the wheat ; When the fierce northwestern blast Cools sea and land so far and fast , Thou already slumberest deep ; Woe and want thou canst outsleep ; Want and woe ...
... sweet , Thou dost mock at fate and care , Leave the chaff , and take the wheat ; When the fierce northwestern blast Cools sea and land so far and fast , Thou already slumberest deep ; Woe and want thou canst outsleep ; Want and woe ...
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Page 127 - 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.
Page 114 - TO HELEN. 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.
Page 208 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Page 84 - And marked the mild, angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill, changeless brow...
Page 129 - That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 194 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him : he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Page 126 - 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 127 - 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 159 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 128 - 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.