 | Edgar Allan Poe, Andrew Lang - 1881 - 218 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. EULALIE. I DWELT alone In a world of moan, And my soul was a stagnant tide, Till the fair and gentle... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1882 - 430 页
...more — no more — no more — " (Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder blasted tree, Or the stricken...In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. DREAM.LAND. BY a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1882 - 226 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...where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams,In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. TO FS S. 0 D. Thou wouldst be loved ? Then... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 498 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. To HELEN. HELEN, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1883 - 222 页
...sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar ! 7 And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams...In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. EULALIE. I DWELT alone In a world of moan, And my soul was a stagnant tide, Till the fair and gentle... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1883 - 668 页
...upon the shore), Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar ! Now all my hours are trances ; And all my nightly dreams Are where...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... | |
 | Annie Besant - 1885 - 464 页
...rather than out-pourings of lyric ecstacy ; and such a musical stanza as this — " And all my days arc trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark...where thy footstep gleams — In what ethereal dances 1 By what eternal streams ! " — has perhaps a certain stamp of compilation. But no unprejudiced reader,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 408 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 COLISEUM. TYPE of the antique Rome ! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 454 页
...upon the shore), Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar 1 Now all my hours are trances ; And all my nightly dreams Are where...footstep gleams — In what ethereal dances — By what Italian streams ! Alas 1 for that accursed time . They bore thee o'er the billow, From Love to titled... | |
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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... 
