Selections from the Southern PoetsWilliam Lander Weber Macmillan, 1903 - 221 |
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... breathing faint and low ; And when , amid no earthly moans , Down , down that town shall settle hence , Hell , rising from a thousand thrones , Shall do it reverence . 21 23 30 40 50 ULALUME The skies they were ashen and sober ; The.
... breathing faint and low ; And when , amid no earthly moans , Down , down that town shall settle hence , Hell , rising from a thousand thrones , Shall do it reverence . 21 23 30 40 50 ULALUME The skies they were ashen and sober ; The.
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... breathing and the trumpet's tone , And the soft west wind's sighs ; But who shall utter all the debt , O land wherein all powers are met That bind a people's heart , The world doth owe thee at this day , And which it never can repay ...
... breathing and the trumpet's tone , And the soft west wind's sighs ; But who shall utter all the debt , O land wherein all powers are met That bind a people's heart , The world doth owe thee at this day , And which it never can repay ...
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... breath of the wakening rose Floats on the air in balm , I stand breast - high in the pearly wheat That ripples and thrills to a sportive breeze , Borne over the field with its ' Hermes feet , And its subtle odor of southern seas ; While ...
... breath of the wakening rose Floats on the air in balm , I stand breast - high in the pearly wheat That ripples and thrills to a sportive breeze , Borne over the field with its ' Hermes feet , And its subtle odor of southern seas ; While ...
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... breath Yet calmly unafraid of death ; Thronged , like two dove - cotes of gray doves , With wife's and mother's and poor - folk's loves , And home - loves and high glory - loves And science - loves and story - loves , And loves for all ...
... breath Yet calmly unafraid of death ; Thronged , like two dove - cotes of gray doves , With wife's and mother's and poor - folk's loves , And home - loves and high glory - loves And science - loves and story - loves , And loves for all ...
Strona 91
... breath their fragrance borne . Guard thy bosom from the day , Lest thy snows should melt away . But one charm remains behind , Which mute earth can ne'er impart ; Nor in ocean wilt thou find , Nor in the circling air- a heart ; Fairest ...
... breath their fragrance borne . Guard thy bosom from the day , Lest thy snows should melt away . But one charm remains behind , Which mute earth can ne'er impart ; Nor in ocean wilt thou find , Nor in the circling air- a heart ; Fairest ...
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Advance the flag ALEXANDER BEAUFORT MEEK angels Annabel Lee arms to arms beauty bells brave breast breath bright Carolina charms chose thee cloud dark dead death doth dream earth EDGAR ALLAN POE Edited EDWARD COATE PINKNEY eyes flag of Dixie floats Florence Vane Furl glory golden grave gray gwine hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Timrod hills of Georgia hills of Habersham IRWIN RUSSELL Israfel King land Lenore light Lily marshes of Glynn MOCKING BIRD moonlight song never Nevermore night o'er Poe's poem poet Raven Read red old hills RICHARD HENRY WILDE river roll shades shine Sidney Lanier sigh silence sing skies sleep smile soft song soul sound Southern springs star-spangled banner stars stream sweet swells tears tell Terra-re thine thou Ulalume valleys of Hall verse voice wave we's wing wondering woods youth ΙΟ
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Strona 27 - 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 Lee...
Strona 11 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, "weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door : Only this and nothing more.
Strona 16 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Strona 7 - And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king.
Strona 12 - And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me — with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So that now, to still the beating of my heart. I stood repeating " "Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. This it is, and nothing more.
Strona 15 - But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour, Nothing further then he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered, Till I scarcely more than muttered, — "Other friends have flown before; On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.
Strona 94 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Strona 27 - The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know. In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night. Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Strona 95 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Strona 19 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door...