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... Twas not to wrap the breast With gladness , light and warm ; For the bride's attire - the joyous guest , Nor to clothe the sufferer's form . ' Twas not the garb of woe , We wear o'er an aching heart , When our eyes with bitter tears o ...
... Twas not to wrap the breast With gladness , light and warm ; For the bride's attire - the joyous guest , Nor to clothe the sufferer's form . ' Twas not the garb of woe , We wear o'er an aching heart , When our eyes with bitter tears o ...
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... Twas there on many a summer's eve , Wreaths of wild flowers we did weave ; " Tis sad to think we meet no more , Beneath that dear old sycamore . Our parting do you e'er regret ? But , perchance , a fairer one you've met Who more than ...
... Twas there on many a summer's eve , Wreaths of wild flowers we did weave ; " Tis sad to think we meet no more , Beneath that dear old sycamore . Our parting do you e'er regret ? But , perchance , a fairer one you've met Who more than ...
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... Twas hard to make it bow . At length , it wearied , yields to fate's Most hard and stern decree , And I'm no longer happy , since They've bid me part with thee . The world will seem a wilderness ; And nought can make me blest , Save the ...
... Twas hard to make it bow . At length , it wearied , yields to fate's Most hard and stern decree , And I'm no longer happy , since They've bid me part with thee . The world will seem a wilderness ; And nought can make me blest , Save the ...
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... Twas then in her lodging the night - wind came Through crevice and broken pane ; ' Twas there that the early sunbeams burst , With its glaring and burning train . When Rosalie sat by her mother's side , She smothered LOVE POEMS . 23.
... Twas then in her lodging the night - wind came Through crevice and broken pane ; ' Twas there that the early sunbeams burst , With its glaring and burning train . When Rosalie sat by her mother's side , She smothered LOVE POEMS . 23.
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... twas a blessed thing ! For the last faint embers had gone On the chilly hearth , and the candle was out As Rosalie watched for the dawn . ' Twas a blessed exchange from this dark , cold earth To those bright and blossoming bowers ...
... twas a blessed thing ! For the last faint embers had gone On the chilly hearth , and the candle was out As Rosalie watched for the dawn . ' Twas a blessed exchange from this dark , cold earth To those bright and blossoming bowers ...
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Page 166 - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. 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...
Page 167 - 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
Page 362 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 165 - 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; Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 165 - 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.
Page 146 - Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well : — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
Page 166 - 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 "Nevermore.
Page 439 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 167 - 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!
Page 148 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long...