If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky. Edinburgh Essays - Página 140de University of Edinburgh - 1857 - 350 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
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...Our flowers are merely — flowers j And the shadow of tby bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I did dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing one half so well, One half so passionately, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre... | |
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...sing so wildly well A mortal melody, Up from the damned earth. To friends above, from fiends below, W'hile a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky. The indignant ghost is riven From hell unto a high estate •"Andtheiinci-1 ISHAFEL. whoj.' lieurt... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 páginas
...flowers are merely — flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. VIII. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky.... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 páginas
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| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 páginas
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| Beautiful poetry - 1857 - 418 páginas
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| Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 332 páginas
...; Our flowers are merely — flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky.... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 388 páginas
...flowers are merely — flowere, And the shadow of thy perfeet bliss Is the sunshine of ours. M If I eould dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, M'hile a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 220 páginas
...thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. vin. If I could dwell Where Israfel He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky. TO FBELOVED ! amid the earnest woes That crowd around my early path (Drear path, alas ! where grows... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 238 páginas
...Our flowers are merely flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. VIII. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky.... | |
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