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... Beneath that dear old sycamore . Our parting do you e'er regret ? But , perchance , a fairer one you've met Who more than takes the place of me , But can she be so true to thee P And sometimes yet of a twilight bright , I steal away ...
... Beneath that dear old sycamore . Our parting do you e'er regret ? But , perchance , a fairer one you've met Who more than takes the place of me , But can she be so true to thee P And sometimes yet of a twilight bright , I steal away ...
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... beneath the turf consuming , Thou seek'st oblivion in a night supreme . Thou canst no more return . ROSALIE . ' Tis fearful to watch by a dying friend , Though luxury glistens nigh ; Though the pillow of down be softly spread Where the ...
... beneath the turf consuming , Thou seek'st oblivion in a night supreme . Thou canst no more return . ROSALIE . ' Tis fearful to watch by a dying friend , Though luxury glistens nigh ; Though the pillow of down be softly spread Where the ...
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... beneath the hanging Of that ancient oaken tree , There we plighted vows that never , Never will forgotten be . There were none to see our parting , None to see those flowing tears ; And you told me you would love me , Love me through ...
... beneath the hanging Of that ancient oaken tree , There we plighted vows that never , Never will forgotten be . There were none to see our parting , None to see those flowing tears ; And you told me you would love me , Love me through ...
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... Beneath its weight of woe ; But that it is for love of him , He must not , shall not know . But I would wish him happiness , Though fickle he may be ; Ne'er may he feel the bitter sting , .Which he has left to me . Though false to me ...
... Beneath its weight of woe ; But that it is for love of him , He must not , shall not know . But I would wish him happiness , Though fickle he may be ; Ne'er may he feel the bitter sting , .Which he has left to me . Though false to me ...
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... Beneath the drooping tree , The clock that chimed the hour to meet , My buried love , with thee- O , these are all before me , when In fancy's realm I rove ; Why urge me to the world again Why say the ties of love , ? That death's cold ...
... Beneath the drooping tree , The clock that chimed the hour to meet , My buried love , with thee- O , these are all before me , when In fancy's realm I rove ; Why urge me to the world again Why say the ties of love , ? That death's cold ...
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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...