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. ...
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
At morn- at noon- at twilight dim- Maria! thou hast heard my hymn! In joy and woe- in good and ...
I saw thee once- once only- years ago: I must not say how many- but not many. It was a ...
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom ...
Sancta Maria! turn thine eyes - Upon the sinner's sacrifice, Of fervent prayer and humble love, From thy holy throne ...
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the ...
I dwelt alone In a world of moan, And my soul was a stagnant tide, Till the fair and gentle ...
The ring is on my hand, And the wreath is on my brow; Satin and jewels grand Are all at ...
Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to ...
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, Shall find her own ...
The happiest day- the happiest hour My sear'd and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, ...
There are some qualities- some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that ...
A dark unfathomed tide Of interminable pride - A mystery, and a dream, Should my early life seem; I say ...
Elizabeth, it surely is most fit In thy own book that first thy name ...
In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could ...
Lo! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years. An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in ...
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 ...
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