...only Poe's standards, but also certain general laws of versification: "Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed...And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the...

...Genius of Edgar Allan Poe. Cambridge, Mass.: Schwenkman, 1985. To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed...And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the...

...That gently, o'er the perfumed sea, a The weary way-worn wanderer bore b To his own native shore. b On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth...brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. (Edgar Allen Poe, To Helen) • abcb It is an ancient Mariner, a And he stoppeth...

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...TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nice'an barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfum'd sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own...On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hait, thy classic face, Thy Naiad aits have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur...

...flesh-and-blood woman but a dead woman—light, bright, white, and dead: Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed...And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see the stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the...

...flesh-and-blood woman but a dead woman—light, btight, white, and dead: Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed...Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon btilliant window-niche How statue-like I see the stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche,...

...light, bright, white, and dead: Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gentry, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn, wanderer...And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see the stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the...

...almost an island; a peninsula. L notare, notant, in heraldry, notant, natation, natatorium. supernatant. On desperate seas long wont to roam Thy hyacinth hair,...brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome. -Рое, То Helen (II) drip. Partly imitative, of dripping mucus and sniffling...