A P (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)
How shall the burial rite be read?The solemn song be sung ?The requiem for the loveliest dead,That ever died so ...
How shall the burial rite be read?The solemn song be sung ?The requiem for the loveliest dead,That ever died so ...
Elizabeth it is in vain you say'Love not' - thou sayest it in so sweet a way:In vain those words ...
I saw thee once &mdash once only &mdash years ago: I must not say how many &mdash but not many. ...
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom ...
Thou wast all that to me, love, For which my soul did pine- A green isle in the sea, love, ...
In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
So sweet the hour, so calm the time, I feel it more than half a crime, When Nature sleeps and ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
'Tis said that when The hands of men Tamed this primeval wood, And hoary trees with groans of woe, Like ...
In Heaven a spirit doth dwell "Whose heart-strings are a lute"; None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, ...
I saw thee once- once only- years ago: I must not say how many- but not many. It was a ...
Sancta Maria! turn thine eyes - Upon the sinner's sacrifice, Of fervent prayer and humble love, From thy holy throne ...
I SAW thee on thy bridal day - When a burning blush came o'er thee, Though happiness around thee lay, ...
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom ...
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the ...
Thank Heaven! the crisis- The danger is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last- And the fever called ...
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms ...
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should ...
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from ...
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