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" But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we — Of many far wiser than we — And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea , Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel... "
Edgar A. Poe: A Biography: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance - 402. oldal
szerző: Kenneth Silverman - 1992 - 592 oldal
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Temple bar, conducted by G.A. Sala

Temple almanack
...weird and wonderful stanza of ' Annabel Lee ' : "For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreama Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beantiful Annabel Lee; And so all the night- tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling — my darling...

The Boy's Yearly Book

1863
...poems, Edgar A. Poe ? Ah, you have; well, then, you recollect at such a time as this the words— For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams •....Lee ; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyea Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. And во, all the night-tide, I lie down by the eide Of my darling,...

Golden Leaves from the American Poets

1864 - 532 oldal
...angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. And the stars never...the night-tide I lie down by the side Of my darling, ray darling, my life, and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding...

Golden Leaves from the American Poets

John William Stanhope Hows - 1865 - 532 oldal
...demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of...there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. H' THE BELLS. I. rEAR the sledges with the bells — Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their...

Home Ballads

1865 - 96 oldal
...demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of...life, and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea, UP THE HILL A-BEBRYING. ON a sunny summer morning, Early as the dew was dry, Up the hill I went a-berrying....

Gems of English Poetry: With Illustrations by Great Artists

1865 - 302 oldal
...down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee : VI. For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of...darling — my darling, my life, and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. EA POE. 30 BRIDAL DIRGE. BRIDAL DIRGE....

The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe. Edited by J. Hannay. With ...

James HANNAY (Novelist) - 1865
...demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. VI. For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of...darling — my darling — my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. EULALIE, I DWELT alone In a world...

The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe, with Original Memoir. Illustrated by ...

Edgar Allan Poe - 1866
...the sea, ! ANNABEL LEE. Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE : For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of...darling — my darling — my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. THE VALLEY OF UNREST. NOE it smiled...

Festival of Song: A Series of Evenings with the Poets

Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 376 oldal
...demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of...Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, in her tomb by the sounding sea ! Poe's Bells are full of ringing melody....

Spring-time with the poets, poetry selected and arranged by F. Martin

Frances Martin - 1866
...demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of...darling — my darling— my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. EA Foe. CLXV. LOVE. JHEY sin who tell...




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