 | Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 498 oldal
...but o'er the Past (Dim gulf*!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast! For alas ! alas ! with me, The light of Life is o'er! ' No more —...where thy footstep gleams — In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. To HELEN. HELEN, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1883 - 222 oldal
...motionless, aghast 1 For, alas 1 alas 1 with me The light of Life is o'er I No more — no moie— no more— (Such language holds the solemn sea To...the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar ! 7 And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1883 - 668 oldal
...upon the shore), Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar ! Now all my hours are trances ; And all my nightly dreams Are where...where thy footstep gleams — In what ethereal dances — By what Italian streams ! Alas ! for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow, From Love... | |
 | Annie Besant - 1885 - 464 oldal
...rather than out-pourings of lyric ecstacy ; and such a musical stanza as this — " And all my days arc trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark...where thy footstep gleams — In what ethereal dances 1 By what eternal streams ! " — has perhaps a certain stamp of compilation. But no unprejudiced reader,... | |
 | Anna Lydia Ward - 1883 - 662 oldal
...They who see the Flying Dutchman never, never, reach the shore. JOHN BOYLE O'REtLLY. KURF-EDGES. " No more, no more, no more " (Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore.) EDGAE ALLAN POE: To One in Paradise, St. iii. SURF. QPLENDORS of morning the billow-crests brighten,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 408 oldal
..."—but o'er the Past (Dim gulf !) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast ! For, alas ! alas ! with me The light of Life is o'er ! " No more —...where thy footstep gleams — In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. THE COLISEUM. TYPE of the antique Rome ! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 454 oldal
...o'er the past (Dim gulf !) my spirit hovering lies, Mute — motionless — aghast ! For alas ! alas ! with me The light of life is o'er. " No more — no...the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar 1 Now all my hours are trances ; And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where... | |
 | Lucy Bethia Walford - 1884 - 448 oldal
...evil day to come. CHAPTER XXIX. HOPE AGAIN. " Hope, without action, is a barren umber." — FELTHAM. " And all my days are trances. And all my nightly dreams...thy dark eye glances And where thy footstep gleams." — EA POE. WE left poor Teddy Lessingham disconsolately knocking about the billiard-balls, in full... | |
 | 1884 - 888 oldal
...XXIX. HOPE AGAIN. " Поре, without action, is a barren undoer." — FELTIIAM. " And all my days arc trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams." WE left poor Teddy Lessingham disconsolately knocking about the billiard-balls, in full possession... | |
 | 1884 - 1114 oldal
...GRANDMOTHER. — 1'AKT VIII. CHAPTER XXIX. HOPE AGAIN. *, without action, is a barren undoer." — FELTHXM. " And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye 'ilalnTS, And where thy footstep gleams." — E. А. Poк. WE left poor Teddy Lessingham disconsolately... | |
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On! on!"— but o'er the Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast! For, alas! alas! with me The light of Life is o'er! "No more — no more... 
