But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. The Complete Poems of Edgar Allan Poe - 第36页作者:Edgar Allan Poe - 1911 - 304 页全本阅读 - 图书信息
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1879 - 336 页
...returneth in To the self-same spot, And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot. But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude...— with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the angels sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbrued. Out — out are the lights — out all ! And,... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1881 - 588 页
...And Horror the soul of the plot. Hut sec, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude ! A blood-rtd thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude !...writhes ! — it writhes ! — with mortal pangs The rnimes become its food, And the angels sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbned. Out— out are the... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1882 - 226 页
...returneth in To the selfsame spot, And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot. But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude...— with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the angels sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbrued. Out — out are the lights — out all! And,... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1882 - 430 页
...retumeth in To the self-same spot, And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot. But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude...writhes ! — it writhes ! — with mortal pangs The mines become its food, And the angels sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Out— out are the... | |
| Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 498 页
...returneth in To the self-same spot, And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot. But see, amid the mimic rout, A crawling shape intrude...with mortal pangs, The mimes become its food, And the angels sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbrued. Out — out are the lights — out all ! And... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1883 - 542 页
...returneth in To the self-same spot, And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot. But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude...blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude I It writhes ! — it writhes 1 — with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the seraphs sob... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 454 页
...in To the self-same spot ; And much of Madness, and more of Sin And Horror, the soul of the plot ! But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude...— with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Out — out are the lights — out all ! And... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1885 - 304 页
...To the self-same spot ; And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror, the soul of the plot ! " But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude ! A blood-red thing that writhes from out Tlie scenic solitude I It writhes ! — it writhes ! — with mortal pangs The mimes becomes its food,... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1885 - 218 页
...scenic solitude I It writhes 1 — it writhes I — with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Out — out are the lights— out all I And, over each quivering form, And the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That... | |
| 1887 - 410 页
...Through a circle that over returneth in To the selfsame spot, And much of Madness, and more of Sin, But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude!...that writhes from out „ The scenic solitude! It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the angels sob at vermin... | |
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