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... shore . 1831 . THE PRAIRIES 1 50 60 1831 . THESE are the gardens of the Desert , these The unshorn fields , boundless and beautiful , For which the speech of England has no name - The Prairies . I behold them for the first , And my ...
... shore . 1831 . THE PRAIRIES 1 50 60 1831 . THESE are the gardens of the Desert , these The unshorn fields , boundless and beautiful , For which the speech of England has no name - The Prairies . I behold them for the first , And my ...
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... shore . He has crossed the mighty ocean To realms that lie afar , In the region of ancient story , Beneath the morning star . And now he stands in wonder . On an icy Alpine height ; Now pitches his tent in the desert Where the jackal ...
... shore . He has crossed the mighty ocean To realms that lie afar , In the region of ancient story , Beneath the morning star . And now he stands in wonder . On an icy Alpine height ; Now pitches his tent in the desert Where the jackal ...
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... shore , And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few ! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep , While I weep while I weep ! O God ! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp ? O God ! can I not save One from ...
... shore , And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few ! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep , While I weep while I weep ! O God ! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp ? O God ! can I not save One from ...
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... shore ) Shall bloom the thunder - blasted tree , Or the stricken eagle soar ! And all my days are trances , And all my nightly dreams Are where thy gray eye glances , And where thy footstep gleams In what ethereal dances , By what ...
... shore ) Shall bloom the thunder - blasted tree , Or the stricken eagle soar ! And all my days are trances , And all my nightly dreams Are where thy gray eye glances , And where thy footstep gleams In what ethereal dances , By what ...
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... shore - Body and soul . One dwells in lonely places , Newly with grass o'ergrown ; some solemn graces , Some human memories and tearful lore , Render him terrorless : his name ' s No More . ' He is the corporate Silence : dread him not ...
... shore - Body and soul . One dwells in lonely places , Newly with grass o'ergrown ; some solemn graces , Some human memories and tearful lore , Render him terrorless : his name ' s No More . ' He is the corporate Silence : dread him not ...
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Page 50 - 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,
Page 56 - Than to love and be loved by me. / 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. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud...
Page 54 - What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.
Page 3 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly seen against the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 50 - Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "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!
Page 355 - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Page 63 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die,...
Page 2 - As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron and maid, The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man— Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them.
Page 528 - THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
Page 88 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings. The strong gods pine for my abode, And pine in vain the sacred Seven; But thou, meek lover of the good!...