 | Charles W. Kent - 1913 - 136 oldal
...the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest : Merrily live, and long ! The ecstasies above 35 With thy burning measures suit : Thy grief, thy joy,...the fervor of thy lute ; Well may the stars be mute I Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this 40 And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If... | |
 | Charles W. Kent - 1913 - 136 oldal
...skies that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty, Where Love's a grown-up God, 25 Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship...Therefore thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest 30 An unimpassioned song; To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest: Merrily live,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1914 - 664 oldal
...Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. Therefore, thou are not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest An unimpassioned...— 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 sweets... | |
 | Jessie Belle Rittenhouse - 1915 - 346 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...bard, because the wisest! Merrily live, and long ! THE VALLEY OF UNREST 49 The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy joy, thy... | |
 | Jessie Belle Rittenhouse - 1915 - 348 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...An unimpassioned song; To thee the laurels belong, The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With... | |
 | Roy Bennett Pace - 1915 - 680 oldal
...that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty — Where Love's a grown-up God — 25 Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship...Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest 30 An unimpassioned song ; To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest ! Merrily live,... | |
 | Gary Richard Thompson, Virgil Llewellyn Lokke - 1981 - 412 oldal
...no room for recollection in tranquility or careful, dispassionate composition: Therefore, thou are not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest An unimpassioned...bard, because the wisest! Merrily live, and long! Israfel rules through sheer emotional power, like the blustering God whom he obeys; since he is by... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2004 - 450 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...— 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 sweets... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1984 - 1440 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...— 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 sweets... | |
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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. 
