Ulalume (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)
The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisp?d and sere— The leaves ...
The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisp?d and sere— The leaves ...
I saw thee once &mdash once only &mdash years ago: I must not say how many &mdash but not many. ...
Of all who hail thy presence as the morning- Of all to whom thine absence is the ...
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom ...
Of all who hail thy presence as the morning- Of all to whom thine absence is the night- The blotting ...
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not ...
I saw thee once- once only- years ago: I must not say how many- but not many. It was a ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
I dwelt alone In a world of moan, And my soul was a stagnant tide, Till the fair and gentle ...
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light ...
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should ...
Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to ...
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne ...
'Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro' the light Of the ...
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from ...
Dim vales- and shadowy floods- And cloudy-looking woods, Whose forms we can't discover For the tears that drip all over! ...
How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature's universal throne; Her woods - her winds - her mountains ...
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 ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! ...
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not ...
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