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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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The Complete Poems of Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe - 1895 - 353 oldal
...none. Is it therefore the less^w^.? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I st.-ind amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the ™lden sand : AMID THE ROAR OF A MJRF-TORM ENTED SHORE. VV How few ! yet how they creep Through my...

Homiletic Review: An International Magazine of Religion, Theology ..., 35. kötet

1898
...to see it crumble, — whom we may picture as appropriating to themselves the words of the poet : "I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And...within my hand Grains of the golden sand, — How few I yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep. While I weep — while I weep ! O God I can I...

Windyhaugh: A Novel

Graham Travers - 1899 - 418 oldal
...endless drip! It caught the rhythm of Poe's grains of sand at last, and cried in Brentwood's ears — " How few ! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep While I weep — while I weep ! " He ought to have worked? Of course he ought to have worked. But the work he had on hand might well...

Windyhaugh: A Novel

1899 - 418 oldal
...endless drip! It caught the rhythm of Poe's grains of sand at last, and cried in Brentwood's ears— " How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep While I weep—while I weep!" his publisher a book on plant life, " somewhat on the lines of Ruskin's Ethics...

The Book of the Future Life

Pauline W. Roose, David C. Roose - 1900
...joys just smile upon us, and are gone. A world of bitterness is in Edgar Allan Poe's lament — " I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And...fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep ! " " What shadows we are, and what shadows we pursue," is a reflection that must occur to every one...

The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With Memoir

Edgar Allan Poe, John Henry Ingram - 1902 - 256 oldal
...seem Is but a dream within a dream. 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?...

The book of sun-dials

H. K. F. Eden - 1900 - 529 oldal
...passing away. B Edgar Poe sings, in melancholy strain, as he stands in imagination on the seashore : " I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand ;...creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep ! " The first notion of dissecting time would, of course, be suggested by a tree, or a pole stuck in...

The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe: Poems

Edgar Allan Poe - 1902
...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...

The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe, Robert Armistead Stewart - 1902 - 288 oldal
...in none, Is it therefore the less g one ? 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 works of Edgar Allan Poe ...

Edgar Allan Poe - 1904
...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 I hold within my hand Grains of the golden...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...




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