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... fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts , or fill , With all the waters of the firmament , The swift dark whirlwind that uproots the woods And drowns the villages ; when , at thy call , Uprises the great deep and throws himself Upon ...
... fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts , or fill , With all the waters of the firmament , The swift dark whirlwind that uproots the woods And drowns the villages ; when , at thy call , Uprises the great deep and throws himself Upon ...
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... fire , They grasp their arms in vain , And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again ; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind , And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind . Then sweet the hour that brings ...
... fire , They grasp their arms in vain , And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again ; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind , And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind . Then sweet the hour that brings ...
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... fire , 80 And the soft south - wind was the wind of death . Away they flew , all with a pretty scowl Upon their childish faces , to the north , Or scampered upward to the mountain's top , And there defied their enemy , the Spring ...
... fire , 80 And the soft south - wind was the wind of death . Away they flew , all with a pretty scowl Upon their childish faces , to the north , Or scampered upward to the mountain's top , And there defied their enemy , the Spring ...
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... fire the blood at will ? Let thine own eyes o'erflow ; So shalt thou frame a lay That haply may endure from age to age , And they who read shall say : 51 ' What witchery hangs upon this poet's page ! What art is his the written spells ...
... fire the blood at will ? Let thine own eyes o'erflow ; So shalt thou frame a lay That haply may endure from age to age , And they who read shall say : 51 ' What witchery hangs upon this poet's page ! What art is his the written spells ...
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... fire of fire ! It is but agony of desire : If I can hope - O God ! I can- Its fount is holier - more divine I would not call thee fool , old man , But such is not a gift of thine . Know thou the secret of a spirit Bow'd from its wild ...
... fire of fire ! It is but agony of desire : If I can hope - O God ! I can- Its fount is holier - more divine I would not call thee fool , old man , But such is not a gift of thine . Know thou the secret of a spirit Bow'd from its wild ...
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Страница 50 - 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," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore : Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore ! " Quoth the Raven,
Страница 56 - Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea: But we loved with a love that was more than love I and my ANNABEL LEE; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud...
Страница 54 - What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.
Страница 3 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly seen against the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Страница 50 - Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the Raven, "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 in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
Страница 355 - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Страница 63 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die,...
Страница 2 - As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron and maid, The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man— Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them.
Страница 528 - THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
Страница 88 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings. The strong gods pine for my abode, And pine in vain the sacred Seven; But thou, meek lover of the good!...