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" Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them... "
Edgar A. Poe: A Biography: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance - 402. oldal
szerző: Kenneth Silverman - 1992 - 592 oldal
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American poems, selected and ed. by W.M. Rossetti

American poems - 1873
...or in none, Is it therefore the less gone I All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And...fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep ! O God ! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp ? O God ! can I not save One from the pitiless...

The Religious Magazine and Monthly Review, 44. kötet

1870
...conjecture or human speculation. " All that we see or seem," he says, " is but a dream within a dream." " I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And...my fingers to the deep, While I weep, while I weep ! O God ! Can I not grasp them With a tighter clasp ? O God ! can I not save One from the pitiless...

The Oberlin Review, 14-15. kötet

1886
...inexhaustible supply of literary material. — • — -• . — — I stand amid the roar Of a eurf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden...fingers to the deep, While I weep, — while I weep! Oh, God! can 1 not кгаяр Them with a tighter clasp? Oh, God! Can I not вате One from the pitiless...

Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe

1869 - 271 oldal
...seem Is but a dream within a dream. 4 I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold with my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few ! yet...fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep ! O God ! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God ! can I not save One from the pitiless wave...

Works, 2. kötet

Edgar Allan Poe - 1876
...in none, Is it therefore the less gone ? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. ! I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And...0 God ! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp ? O God ! can I not save One from the pitiless wave ? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within...

Essays and Sketches of Edmund J. Armstrong

Edmund John Armstrong - 1877 - 306 oldal
...found in these poems. A single extract will suffice to unmask the fallacy of that assertion — " I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And...fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep ! O God ! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp ? O God ! can I not save One from the pitiless...

The Life of Edgar Allan Poe

William Fearing Gill - 1878 - 339 oldal
...least-quoted poems significantly suggests itself, as a melancholy but faithful epitome of his life : " I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And...fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep ! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God ! can I not save One from the pitiless wave?...

American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American ...

American poems - 1878
...or in none, Is it therefore the less gone ? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And...fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep ! O God ! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp ? O God ! can I not save One from the pitiless...

Life and Poems

Edgar Allan Poe - 1879 - 305 oldal
...or in none, Is it therefore the less gone ? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And...fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep 1 O God ! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp ? O God ! can I not save One from the pitiless...

The Poems of Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe - 1881 - 172 oldal
...or in none, Is it therefore the less gone ? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And...fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep ! O God ! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God ! can I not save One from the pitiless wave...




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