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" On! on!"— but o'er the 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... "
The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: With a Memoir - 378. oldal
szerző: Edgar Allan Poe, Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1857
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Burtons' Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review, 5. kötet

1839 - 372 oldal
...out the Future cries " Onward !" — while o'er the Past, I For alas! alas! with me, I Ambition, all, is oer — " No more, no more, no more" (Such language...the thunder-blasted tree Or the stricken eagle soar. And all my hours are trances And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy...

Gentleman's Magazine, 5. kötet

William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1839 - 368 oldal
...sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree Or the stricken eagle soar. And all my hours are trances And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams, In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams....

Bentley's Miscellany, 8. kötet

Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 696 oldal
...spirit hovering lies, Mute, motionless, aghast I For alas ! — alas ! — with me Ambitiou — all — is o'er. " No more — no more — no more," (Such...the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar ! And all my hours arc trances, And all my nightly dreams » Are where thy dark eye glances, And where...

Bentley's Miscellany, 8. kötet

Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 686 oldal
...motionless, aghast ! For alas I — alas ! — with me Ambitiou — all — is o'er. " No more — uo more — no more," (Such language holds the solemn...the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar ! And all my hours are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where...

American Melodies: Containing a Single Selection from the Productions of Two ...

1841 - 376 oldal
...gulf!) my spirit hovering lies, Mute, motionless, aghast ! For, alas ! alas ! with me, Ambition, all, is o'er; " No more, no more, no more" — (Such language...thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar. And all my hours are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy...

Southern Literary Messenger, 19. kötet

1853 - 842 oldal
...!' but o'er the Pnst (Dim Gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast. For, alas! alas! with me The light of life is o'er ! ' No more —...thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar. And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy...

The Ladies' Companion

1861 - 378 oldal
...him with powerful admiration, how can we better finish than with his own words— " For alas, alas ! with me, The light of life is o'er, ' No more —...bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle tear. WR SHAKESPEARE'S WORKS. Edited by Mary Cowden Clarke.— (New For*: D.Appleton and Co. London:...

The Spirit of the Age, 1-2. kötet

William Henry Channing - 1850 - 706 oldal
...story : " Alas, alas for me Ambition — all is o'er ! No more, no more, no more, (Such language hath the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore,) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree. The stricken eagle soar !" $j- Mr. Greeley has given S100 to the journeymen tailors now on a strike...

The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 oldal
...but o'er the Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motion ess, nghast ! For, alas ! alas ! with me The light of life is o'er! No more— no more...no more — (Such language holds the solemn sea To tlie sands upou the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar ! And all...

The Dublin University Magazine, 42. kötet

1853 - 774 oldal
...o'er the past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies, Mute, motionless, aghast ! " For, alas ! alas ! with me The light of life is o'er ! ' No more —...the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar ! 1 And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where...




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