 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2004 - 108 Seiten
...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, For Love to titled age... | |
 | Brett Zimmerman - 2005 - 408 Seiten
..." (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...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. ("To... | |
 | James R. Babb - 2005 - 216 Seiten
...that fishing is not meant to be foolproof, but it is meant to be fun. It's important to remember that. 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 eternal streams.... | |
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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... 
