 | Jutta Ernst - 1996 - 218 oldal
...Schönheit, der Isräfil gegenübersteht, auch in seinen Gedichten durchscheinen zu lassen ("Where the Houri glances are / Imbued with all the beauty / Which we worship in a star", V. 26-28). Wie zentral diese Vorstellung für Poe ist, belegen seine dichtungstheoretischen Äußerungen... | |
 | Arthur Hobson Quinn - 1997 - 872 oldal
...living wire Of those unusual strings." 31 It is in the fifth stanza that Poe expresses his poetic creed: "Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest...bard, because the wisest! Merrily live, and long!" As in "Romance," Poe limits poetry to the "impassioned song" wrung out of the heartstrings of the poet,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2000 - 678 oldal
...that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty — 25 Where Love's a grown-up God — Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. Therefore, thou art not wrong, 30 Israfeli, who despisest An unimpassioned song; To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 oldal
...Moore in a footnote to l,alla 4. Lovely virgins in the Islamic paradise for the Rookh (1817). devout. Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest...suit— 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... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 oldal
...that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty— Where Love's a grown-up God— Where the Houri4 glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. 1. Poe's actual source is not the Koran but George 2. Lightning. Sale's "Preliminary Discourse" to... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2009 - 580 oldal
...— Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in yon star. The City in (he Sea 63 Therefore, them art not wrong Israfeli, who despisest An unimpassioned...To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisestl Merrily live, and long! The ecstacies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy... | |
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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. 
