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... arms of brave old Autumn's wearing , In the centre of his brazen shield ; Not alone in meadows and green alleys , On the mountain - top , and by the brink Of sequestered pools in woodland valleys , Where the slaves of Nature stoop to ...
... arms of brave old Autumn's wearing , In the centre of his brazen shield ; Not alone in meadows and green alleys , On the mountain - top , and by the brink Of sequestered pools in woodland valleys , Where the slaves of Nature stoop to ...
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... arms he bore the maiden ; Light he thought her as a feather , As the plume upon his head - gear ; Cleared the tangled pathway for her , Bent aside the swaying branches , And a bed with boughs of hemlock , And a fire before the doorway ...
... arms he bore the maiden ; Light he thought her as a feather , As the plume upon his head - gear ; Cleared the tangled pathway for her , Bent aside the swaying branches , And a bed with boughs of hemlock , And a fire before the doorway ...
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... arms extended before him , She standing graceful , erect , and winding the thread from his fingers , Sometimes chiding a little his clumsy manner of holding , Sometimes touching his hands , as she disentangled expertly Twist or knot in ...
... arms extended before him , She standing graceful , erect , and winding the thread from his fingers , Sometimes chiding a little his clumsy manner of holding , Sometimes touching his hands , as she disentangled expertly Twist or knot in ...
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... arms , Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail , And crying havoc on the slug and snail . " How can I teach your children gentleness , And mercy to the weak , and reverence For Life , which , in its weakness or excess , Is still a gleam ...
... arms , Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail , And crying havoc on the slug and snail . " How can I teach your children gentleness , And mercy to the weak , and reverence For Life , which , in its weakness or excess , Is still a gleam ...
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... arms and faces stained like blood , Fill the green wilderness ; the long bare arms Are heaved aloft , bows twang and arrows stream ; Each makes a tree his shield , and every tree Sends forth its arrow . Fierce the fight and short , As ...
... arms and faces stained like blood , Fill the green wilderness ; the long bare arms Are heaved aloft , bows twang and arrows stream ; Each makes a tree his shield , and every tree Sends forth its arrow . Fierce the fight and short , As ...
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Page 321 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on states dissevered, discordant, belligerent ; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood ! Let their last .feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their...
Page 148 - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "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 inGilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
Page 149 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Page 145 - It was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember Wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — Vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — Sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden Whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore.
Page 99 - So all night long the storm roared on : The morning broke without a sun ; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature's geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell ; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow...
Page 55 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead...
Page 151 - GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Page 146 - Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "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 253 - The very village was altered; it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Strange names were over the doors, strange faces at the windows — everything was strange.
Page 59 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.