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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... "
The Eclectic Review - Seite 282
1853
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The Poems of Edgar Allan Poe: With an Essay on His Poetry by Andrew Lang

Edgar Allan Poe - 1883 - 172 Seiten
...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...
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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe: Memoir. Tales

Edgar Allan Poe - 1883
...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...
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Our Corner, Band 6

Annie Besant - 1885
...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,...
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The tales and poems of Edgar Allan Poe, with biogr. essay by J.H. Ingram, Band 4

Edgar Allan Poe - 1884
..." (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...
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The tales and poems of Edgar Allan Poe, with biogr. essay by J.H. Ingram, Band 1

Edgar Allan Poe - 1884
...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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The Baby's Grandmother: A Novel

Lucy Bethia Walford - 1884 - 431 Seiten
...evil day to come. CHAPTER XXIX. HOPE AGAIN. " Hope, without action, is a barren umber." — FELTHAM. " And all my days are trances. And all my nightly dreams...thy dark eye glances And where thy footstep gleams." — EA POE. WE left poor Teddy Lessingham disconsolately knocking about the billiard-balls, in full...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Band 135

1884
...XXIX. HOPE AGAIN. " Поре, without action, is a barren undoer." — FELTIIAM. " And all my days arc trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams." WE left poor Teddy Lessingham disconsolately knocking about the billiard-balls, in full possession...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Band 135

1884
...GRANDMOTHER. — 1'AKT VIII. CHAPTER XXIX. HOPE AGAIN. *, without action, is a barren undoer." — FELTHXM. " And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye 'ilalnTS, And where thy footstep gleams." — E. А. Poк. WE left poor Teddy Lessingham disconsolately...
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The Living Age ..., Band 161

1884
...GRANDMOTHER. CHAPTER XXIX. HOPE AGAIN. " Hope, without action, is a barren undner." Гж-.тялм. " And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where tliy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep Kleomft/1 E. А. Рож. WE left poor Teddy Lessingham...
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The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe, with a prefatory notice, by J. Skipsey

Edgar Allan Poe - 1885 - 288 Seiten
...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...
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