 If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky.  Edinburgh Essays - 140. oldalszerző: University of Edinburgh - 1857 - 350 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | 1842 - 346 oldal
...Our flowers are merely — flowers j And the shadow of tby bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I did dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing one half so well, One half so passionately, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 oldal
...sing so wildly well A mortal melody, Up from the damned earth. To friends above, from fiends below, W'hile a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky. The indignant ghost is riven From hell unto a high estate •"Andtheiinci-1 ISHAFEL. whoj.' lieurt... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 oldal
...flowers are merely — flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. VIII. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky.... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 oldal
...; Our flowers are merely — flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky.... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 oldal
...the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where ISBAFBL Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky. KORAX. 47-1 THE BELLS. HEAR the sledges with the bells — Silver bells — \\That a world of merriment... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1857 - 418 oldal
...: Our flowers are merely — flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder iiote than this might swell From my lyre within the... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 332 oldal
...; Our flowers are merely — flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky.... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 388 oldal
...flowers are merely — flowere, And the shadow of thy perfeet bliss Is the sunshine of ours. M If I eould dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, M'hile a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 220 oldal
...thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. vin. If I could dwell Where Israfel He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky. TO FBELOVED ! amid the earnest woes That crowd around my early path (Drear path, alas ! where grows... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 238 oldal
...Our flowers are merely flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. VIII. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky.... | |
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