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... Wind ib . My Idol 452 Lines Inscribed on the Tomb The Truant Lover 453 of Laura , and her Infant Son404 Odious companions . ib . Ever Faithful ib . Remembrance 454 Hope and Desires 405 Love's Pleadings . ib . Think on me ... ib . The ...
... Wind ib . My Idol 452 Lines Inscribed on the Tomb The Truant Lover 453 of Laura , and her Infant Son404 Odious companions . ib . Ever Faithful ib . Remembrance 454 Hope and Desires 405 Love's Pleadings . ib . Think on me ... ib . The ...
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... winds and waves are roaming free ; With no green isle to bud and bloom , No sunlight mid the tempest's gloom ! And where no rainbow hues are hung , To cheer my lone distracted heart ; But ah ! let not my soul be wrung , To think we must ...
... winds and waves are roaming free ; With no green isle to bud and bloom , No sunlight mid the tempest's gloom ! And where no rainbow hues are hung , To cheer my lone distracted heart ; But ah ! let not my soul be wrung , To think we must ...
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... wind's sighing through the garden willows , The drowsy stars are fading from the sky ! The air is balmy as the breath which pillows A virgin bride's half - conscious , nuptial sigh : Return , return . Light of the morning ! of all earth ...
... wind's sighing through the garden willows , The drowsy stars are fading from the sky ! The air is balmy as the breath which pillows A virgin bride's half - conscious , nuptial sigh : Return , return . Light of the morning ! of all earth ...
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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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... wind is blowing Perfume from the birchen trees ; Where the merry birds are singing , Singing with that gentle breeze . ' Twas an evening just as lovely , When we parted , Leonore ; And those merry birds were singing , Still are singing ...
... wind is blowing Perfume from the birchen trees ; Where the merry birds are singing , Singing with that gentle breeze . ' Twas an evening just as lovely , When we parted , Leonore ; And those merry birds were singing , Still are singing ...
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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...