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" The trembling living wire Of those unusual strings. But the skies that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty, Where Love's a grown-up God, Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. "
Poems of Edgar Allan Poe: With Memoir - 100. oldal
szerző: Edgar Allan Poe - 1882 - 196 oldal
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The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: Poems and tales

Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853
...that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty — Where Love's a grown up God — Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship...— Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — Well may the stars be mute ! Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of...

The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe with a notice by J. Hannay

Edgar Allan Poe - 1853
...that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty — Where Love 'sa grown-up god — Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. K V. Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, -who despisest An unimpassioned song ; To thee the laurels...

The Poets and Poetry of America

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 622 oldal
...that angel trod, Where dfcp thoughts are a duty — Where Love 'sa grown-up god — Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. Therefore, thou art not wrong, IsttAFELi, who despise.it An unimpassion'd song; To thce the laurels belong, Best bard, because the...

Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic

Beautiful poetry - 1857
...that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty — Where love's a grown up God — Where the houri glances, are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship...Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest An unimpassion'd song ; To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest ! Merrily live, and...

THE POETICAL WORKS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE

EDGAR ALLAN POE - 1858
...Where deep thoughts are a duty — Where Love's a grown-up God — Where the Houri glances are Imhued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. Therefore,...— Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy luteWell may the stars be mute ! Yes, heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets...

The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With Original Memoir

Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 247 oldal
...Love's a grown-up God — Where the Huuri glanees are Imbued with all the beauty Whieh we worship in n star. Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who...unimpassioned song ; To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, beeause the wisest ! Merrily live, and long ! The eestasies above With thy burning measures suit—...

The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 191 oldal
...Where Love's a grown-up god — Where the houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty ISRAFEL. V. Therefore thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest...Best bard, because the wisest : Merrily live and long ! VI. The ecstasies above With thy burning measure suit ; Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With...

The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe, ed. by J. Hannay. Complete ed

Edgar Allan Poe - 1865
...skies that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a dutyWhere Love's a grown-up god — Where the houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. V. Therefore thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest An unimpassioned song ; To thee the laurels...

The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe, with a Selection of His ...

Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 280 oldal
...that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty — Where Love's a grown up God — Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship...above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, tby joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — Well may the stars be mute ! Yes, Heaven...

The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With an Original Memoir

Edgar Allan Poe - 1859 - 278 oldal
...skies that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a dutyWhcre Love's a grown up God — Where the Ilouri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship...Israfeli, who despisest An unimpassioned song ; To thoe the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest! Merrily live, and long ! The ecstasies above...




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