 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2000 - 678 页
...sea To the sands upon the shore) 20 Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soarl And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy grey eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams — In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2000 - 408 页
...tree, Or the stricken eagle soar! Now all my hours are trances; And all my nightly dreams Are where the dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams, In what ethereal dances, By what Italian streams. Alas! for that accursed time They bore thee o 'er the billow, From Love to titled... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2003 - 448 页
..." (Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar! And all my days...In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. The Haunted Palace In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately... | |
 | Ricardo Monti - 2004 - 432 页
...He was burning up with fever ... it was in the middle of a smallpox epidemic .. . those barbarians! And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams...In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. 3 (SARAH silently sobs. Pause. Suddenly CUSTER leaps on top of the revolver and puts it in his mouth... | |
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Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast! For, alas! alas! with me The light of Life is o'er! "No more — no more — no more... 
