 | Mordecai Cooke, Mordecai Cubitt Cooke - 1997 - 308 Seiten
...Neale's residence in Siam. CMAPTtR XXI 9UR LADY ?r Y9NGA5 And ail my days are trances; And ail my nightfy dreams Are where thy dark eye glances , And where thy footstep gleams: In what etherial dances, By what eternal streams . EA Poe : Peruvian the province of Yungas de la Paz in the... | |
 | Arthur Hobson Quinn - 1997 - 872 Seiten
...no more— no more" is significant in view of its later use. And the last stanza is sheer harmony: "And all my days are trances And all my nightly dreams...In what ethereal dances By what eternal streams." The "Hymn," originally included in "Morella," reveals Poe's desperate state in these days. That he... | |
 | Muriel Spark - 1963 - 148 Seiten
...high. The normal noises of the house began to throb again. 'Good-evening,' said Nicholas. And all ray days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where...In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams! 'Now repeat,' said Joanna's voice. 'Come on then,' said Selina, stepping ahead of him into the evening... | |
 | James D. Doss - 2009 - 356 Seiten
...received any payment for this "stripped book." For Jeremy Katz and Susan Ginsburg Thi. s One 7E4K-L9P-NR7U 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.... | |
 | Olav H. Hauge - 2000 - 808 Seiten
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 | Olav H. Hauge - 2000 - 812 Seiten
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 | Margaret Fuller - 2000 - 548 Seiten
...— (Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shorel Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar! And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams And where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams — In what ethereal dances, By what... | |
 | Paul Negri - 2000 - 68 Seiten
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 | Edgar Allan Poe, Thomas Ollive Mabbott, Eleanor D. Kewer - 2000 - 756 Seiten
...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 Love11 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... 
