...marvelous shrine. Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly o m[/ gaily- jeweled dead Tempt the waters from their bed; For no ripples curl, alas, Along that wilderness...

...marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend...gigantically down. There open fanes and gaping graves 3° Yawn level with the luminous waves But not the riches there that lie In each idol's diamond eye...

...from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down. • There open fanes and gaping graves & Yawn level with the luminous waves But not the riches...there that lie In each idol's diamond eye — Not the gayly-jewelled Head Tempt the waters from their bed; For no ripples curl, alas ! Along that wilderness...

...in the Sea" is a picture of beauty desolated, of death reigning in the courts of life and love : " There open fanes and gaping graves Yawn level with...there that lie In each idol's diamond eye — Not the gaily- jewelled dead Tempt the waters from their bed ; For no ripples curl, alas ! Along that wilderness...

...marvellous shrine, Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend...proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down. 294 There open fanes and gaping graves Yawn level with the luminous waves ; But not the riches there...

...marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend...there that lie In each idol's diamond eye, — Not the gaily-jeweled dead, Tempt the waters from their bed ; For no ripples curl, alas, Along that wilderness...

...vulgarity of Edgar Poe. Seeing a volume of Poe on the shelf, I opened it and read "The City in the Sea": While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down. Hart exclaimed that it was good to hear a poem read aloud. We left his room, all three of us talking...

...vulgarity of Edgar Poe. Seeing a volume of Poe on the shelf, I opened it and read "The City in the Sea": While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down. Hart exclaimed that it was good to hear a poem read aloud. We left his room, all three of us talking...

...marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The voil, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend...there that lie In each idol's diamond eye — Not the gaily -jewel led dead Tempt the waters from their bed; For no ripples curl, alas! Along that wilderness...

...marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly turrets of the house) did not prevent our perceiving...life-like velocity with which they flew careering from all gaily-jewelled dead Tempt the waters from their bed; For no ripples curl, alas! Along that wilderness...