 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 200 oldal
...think His spirit is communing with an angel's. TO HELEX. HELEN, thy beauty is to me Like those Xicean barks of yore That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The...And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo, in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand Ah, Psyche, from the... | |
 | 1866 - 950 oldal
...and night. то HELEN. WRITTEN BY EA POE, WHEN FOURTEEN TEARS OF AGE. HELEN, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed...that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo I in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand ! The agate lamp within thy hand,... | |
 | Annie Thomas - 1867 - 328 oldal
...as she was ?" Her beauty brought him back again, he caught the hand as it came down, and quoted— " Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs...brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Home." " What are you talking about ?" she asked, wonderingly. " Is that your own... | |
 | 1921 - 868 oldal
...Shockoe Hill Cemetery where lie the ashes of the woman to whom he wrote: Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore That gently, o'er a perfumed...weary, wayworn wanderer bore To his own native shore. For his sake an occasional pilgrim still lays a flower on the grave within this plot on which, beneath... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1871 - 200 oldal
...thrills to think His spirit is communing with an angel's. TO HELEN. HELEN, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore That gently, o'er a perfumed...bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wontwb roam, 0 • Thy hyacinth hak, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1871 - 556 oldal
...o'er a perfiyiied sea. The weary, way-wnrn wanderer bore To hli own native shore. On desperate neat long wont to roam. Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad aln hive brought me home To the glory thnt was Greece And the grandear that was Rome. Lo : In yon brilliant... | |
 | American poems, William Michael Rossetti - 1873 - 556 oldal
...dark tarn of Auber, This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir." TO HELEN. HELEN, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore That gently, o'er a perfumed...the grandeur that was Rome. , Lo, in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand ! Ah Psyche, from the... | |
 | 1873 - 388 oldal
...heightens the statuesqueness and antique charm of the poem. "Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicaen barks of yore, That gently o'er a perfumed sea The...Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Grace To the grandeur that was Rome. Lo in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 522 oldal
...— How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries 1 TO HELEN. HELEN, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed...brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Home. Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand ! The agate... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 618 oldal
...ever attain. There is a smack of ambrosia about it TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty Is to me Like thoie Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea. The weary, way-worn wanderer bora To his own native shore. On riesperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic... | |
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TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs... 
