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" THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir... "
Poems and Essays of Edgar Allan Poe: Including Memoir by John H. Ingram ... - 18. oldal
szerző: Edgar Allan Poe - 1881 - 395 oldal
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The American Whig Review, 5. kötet;11. kötet

1850 - 762 oldal
...Ululume" nearly twice as long as it would be without it :— " The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere : The leaves they were withering and tere," We observe it also in "The Bells," "Annabel Lee," " Eulalie," and other pieces — indeed, indications...

The United States Democratic Review, 28. kötet

1851 - 608 oldal
...Unwittingly you are repeating " The skies they were ashen and sober ; The leaves they were crisped aod sere — The leaves they were withering and sere ;...Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir — It was dawn by the dark tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir." In the seventh stanza of this...

The United States Magazine and Democratic Review, 28. kötet

1851 - 702 oldal
...the chief burden of the poem. Unwittingly you are repeating " The skies they were nshen and sober ; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves...; It was night in the lonesome October, Of my most immemurial year ; It was hni-d by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir — It was...

Tales of Mystery, Imagination, & Humour: And Poems

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 308 oldal
...bells, bells— To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. THE skies they were ashen and sober ; The leaves they were crisped and sere— The leaves...Weir— It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. Here once, through an alley Titanic, ^ These were days when my heart...

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

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 oldal
...DLALUME : A BALLAD. THI ikies they were ashen and sober ; The leaves they were crwpi'd and Here — The leaves they were withering and sere ; It was night...— It was down by the dank tarn of Auber. In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. Here once, through an alley Titanic, Of cypress, I roamed with my soul...

The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: Poems and tales

Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 oldal
...away To where the prospect terminates — thee only. TJLALUME. THE skies they were ashen and sober ; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves...— It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. Here once, through an alley Titantic, Of cypress, I roamed with my...

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

Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 oldal
...mother-in-law. See WILIJS'S " Hurry-Graphs." —ED. ULALUME. THE skies they were ashen and sober ; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves...of Weir — It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, Tn the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. n. Here once, through an alley Titanic, Of cypress, I roamed...

The Dublin University Magazine, 42. kötet

1853 - 774 oldal
...Stoke Newington, wherever that famous locality may be : — " The skies they were ashen and sober, The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves...the misty mid region of Weir — It was down by the dark tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. • Here once through an alley Titanic,...

Handbuch der nordamericanischen National-Literatur: Sammlung von ...

Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 580 oldal
...•— nevermore! ULALUME: A BALLAD. THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crispcd and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Ot' my most immemorial year; It was hard by the dim lake of Anbei-, In ihe misty mid region of Weir...

A Third Gallery of Portraits

George Gilfillan - 1855 - 480 oldal
...perfection. What a picture these words convey to the imagination : — " The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves...It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid-region of Weir — It was down by the dark tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."...




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