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... fear , Which make thee terrible and dear , - Swift be thy flight ! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray , Star - inwrought ! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day , Kiss her until she be wearied out , TO NIGHT . Then wander o'er city , and ...
... fear , Which make thee terrible and dear , - Swift be thy flight ! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray , Star - inwrought ! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day , Kiss her until she be wearied out , TO NIGHT . Then wander o'er city , and ...
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... fear , Which make thee terrible and dear , - Swift be thy flight ! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray , Star - inwrought ! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day , Kiss her until she be wearied out , TO NIGHT . Then wander o'er city , and ...
... fear , Which make thee terrible and dear , - Swift be thy flight ! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray , Star - inwrought ! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day , Kiss her until she be wearied out , TO NIGHT . Then wander o'er city , and ...
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... fear ; While , rising like the ocean tide , In flows the joyous year . Hush , feeble lyre ! weak words refuse The service to prolong ! To yon exulting thrush , the Muse Entrusts the imperfect song ; His voice shall chant , in accents ...
... fear ; While , rising like the ocean tide , In flows the joyous year . Hush , feeble lyre ! weak words refuse The service to prolong ! To yon exulting thrush , the Muse Entrusts the imperfect song ; His voice shall chant , in accents ...
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... fears ; But now , when every sharp - edged blast Is quiet in its sheath , His mother leaves him free to taste Earth's sweetness in thy breath . Thy help is with the weed that creeps Along the humblest ground ; No cliff so bare but on ...
... fears ; But now , when every sharp - edged blast Is quiet in its sheath , His mother leaves him free to taste Earth's sweetness in thy breath . Thy help is with the weed that creeps Along the humblest ground ; No cliff so bare but on ...
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... fear ; As upon subterranean streams , In caverns unexplored and dark , Men sometimes launch a fragile bark , Laden with flickering fire , And watch its swift - receding beams Until at length they disappear , And in the distant dark ...
... fear ; As upon subterranean streams , In caverns unexplored and dark , Men sometimes launch a fragile bark , Laden with flickering fire , And watch its swift - receding beams Until at length they disappear , And in the distant dark ...
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Annabel Lee ANON art thou beauty beneath birds bosom boughs bowers breast breath breeze BRIDAL BALLAD bright bright eyes brow calm CASTLE CAMPBELL charm cheek child clouds cold dark dead deep doth dream earth echo EDMUND BOLTON fade fair fled flowers folding star gaze gentle gleam glory green hand happy HAPPY VALLEY hast hath haunt heart heaven hour KIRKSTALL ABBEY kissed lamb life's light lone look love is dead MARY HOWITT moon morning mother mountains murmuring night o'er once pale PET LAMB rill river rocks round ruin scene shade shadow shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought throne towers trees vale voice waters waves weep wild William Finden wind wing woods youth
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134 ÆäÀÌÁö - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
27 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
133 ÆäÀÌÁö - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ! This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
116 ÆäÀÌÁö - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone...
114 ÆäÀÌÁö - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
27 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
11 ÆäÀÌÁö - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me.
140 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.