 tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form...  The Poets and Poetry of America - Page 477by Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1873 - 666 pagesFull view - About this book
 | James McGrigor Allan - 1862 - 320 pages
...leading idea of which has been further expanded in these sombre, but beautiful lines of EA Poe: " Miraecs in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low,...scenery to and fro ; Flapping from out their Condor wings, Invisible woe ! " That motley drama — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot; With its phantom,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 578 pages
...gala night Within the lonesome latter years I An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thithor fly ; Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 238 pages
...gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. n. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly ; Mere puppets... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - American poetry - 1865 - 220 pages
...gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. n. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly; Mere puppets... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 332 pages
...gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Woe ! That motley drama — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its Phantom chased... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 200 pages
...gala night Within the lonesome latter years ' An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Woe ! That motley drama — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its Phantom chased... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - History - 1859 - 302 pages
...gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...high. Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither flyMere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to... | |
 | American poetry - 1869 - 254 pages
...gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo ! That motley drama — oh be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its Phantom chased... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1871 - 556 pages
...gala night Within the lonesome latter years I An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...come and go At bidding of vast formless things That fhift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their condor wings Invisible Wol That motley drama... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1874 - 644 pages
...gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes...scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their condor wings Invisible Woe ! That motley drama ! — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its phantom... | |
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