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ALEXANDER BEAUFORT MEEK angel Annabel Lee arms Balaklava beautiful bells beneath bird bloom bonny brown bosom brave breath bright Bronze John brow Carcassonne Carolina cheek dark dead dear death deep Dixie dreams earth EDGAR ALLAN POE eyes face fair flashing float flowers forever gaze Georgia gleam gloom glory golden grave hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY TIMROD hills hope Janet JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS land life's light lips live lonely look marshes of Glynn MARY ASHLEY TOWNSEND Maryland never Nevermore night o'er poet published river rose shadow shining shore SIDNEY LANIER sigh sing skies sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul South South Carolina spirit star-spangled banner stars sweet sword tears tell tender thee thine thou thought tide verse Virginia voice volume of poems watch wave weary wild wind wing youth
第43页 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I 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.
第35页 - 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,
第39页 - In Heaven a spirit doth dwell Whose heart-strings are a lute; None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, And the giddy stars (so legends tell), Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell Of his voice, all mute.
第40页 - And they say (the starry choir And the other listening things) That Israfeli's fire Is owing to that lyre By which he sits and sings — The trembling living wire Of those unusual strings. But the skies that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty — Where Love's a grown-up god — Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star.
第6页 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
第37页 - 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!
第34页 - 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.
第32页 - What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
第72页 - Those breasts that nevermore may feel The rapture of the fight. Like the fierce northern hurricane That sweeps his great plateau, Flushed with the triumph yet to gain, Came down the serried foe. Who heard the thunder of the fray Break o'er the field beneath, Knew well the watchword of that day Was
第195页 - With Ringgold's spirit for the fray, With Watson's blood at Monterey, With fearless Lowe and dashing May, Maryland, my Maryland ! Dear Mother, burst the tyrant's chain, Maryland! Virginia should not call in vain, Maryland! She meets her sisters on the plain,— "/Sic semper!