 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...  Punch - Страница 153аутор(и): - 1891Пуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | 1843 - 798 страница
...While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the sphere«. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly — Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast shadowy things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wuigs... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 страница
...While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly — Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 страница
...While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. II. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly ; Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 страница
...While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly — Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 страница
...While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly — Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings... | |
 | L. S. Lavenu - 1856 - 422 страница
...Harley excused himself, and went to his laboratory. CHAPTEE VIII. " Mimes in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly ; Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro." EDGAB POE. SIR HARRY resumed his... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 332 страница
...While the orchestra breathes fitfully T The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly — Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 388 страница
...While the orehestra breathes fitfully The musie of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high. Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly — Mere puppets they, who eome and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the seenery to and fro, Flapping from out... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1859 - 420 страница
...While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly— Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings... | |
 | 1859 - 528 страница
...While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly — Mere puppets they, who come andfgo At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their... | |
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