 | 1848 - 780 páginas
...* * And take these, in the most graceful of all mea sures— they ate from " To one in Paradise." * And all my days are trances And all my nightly dreams...In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams." Along with wonderful beauty of rhythm, thes' verses show the exquisite laste in phraseology, th< nice... | |
 | William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1839 - 368 páginas
...Mate, motionless, aghast ! I For alas ! alas ! with me, | Ambition, all, is oer — " No more, no more, no more" (Such language holds the solemn sea To the...thunder-blasted tree Or the stricken eagle soar. And all my hours are trances And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep... | |
 | 1839 - 372 páginas
...sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree Or the stricken eagle soar. And all my hours are trances And all my nightly dreams Are where thy...In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. REFLECTIONS IN A COUNTRY GRAVE YARD. COME, let us recline awhile beneath the wide-spreading branches... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 686 páginas
...aghast ! For alas I — alas ! — with me Ambitiou — all — is o'er. " No more — uo more — no more," (Such language holds the solemn sea To the...thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar ! And all my hours are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 696 páginas
...the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar ! And all my hours arc trances, And all my nightly dreams » Are where thy...footstep gleams, In what ethereal dances, By what Italiau streams. Alas ! for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow, From Love to titled... | |
 | 1841 - 376 páginas
...Mute, motionless, aghast ! For, alas ! alas ! with me, Ambition, all, is o'er; " No more, no more, no more" — (Such language holds the solemn sea To...thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar. And all my hours are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep... | |
 | 1853 - 842 páginas
...motionless, aghast. For, alas! alas! with me The light of life is o'er ! ' No more — no more — no more — ' (Such language holds the solemn sea...eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams — In « hat cthcrial dances, By what eternal streams. There( can be no doubt whatever that these two poems... | |
 | 1914 - 668 páginas
...title of " The Royal." BRADSTOW. ' To ONE IN PARADISE ' (11 S. ix. 511). — The full stanza rims : — And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams...— In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams ! The person apostrophized is, presumably, nobody specially, this being in Poe's manner — " Une érotomaiiie... | |
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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... 
