In the Greenest of our Valleys (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)
I. In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once fair and stately palace -- Radiant palace --reared ...
I. In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once fair and stately palace -- Radiant palace --reared ...
Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. ...
In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace- Radiant palace- reared its ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from ...
At morn- at noon- at twilight dim- Maria! thou hast heard my hymn! In joy and woe- in good and ...
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the ...
Thou wast all that to me, love, For which my soul did pine- A green isle in the sea, love, ...
How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature's universal throne; Her woods- her wilds- her mountains- the intense ...
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where ...
Dim vales- and shadowy floods- And cloudy-looking woods, Whose forms we can't discover For the tears that drip all over! ...
'Tis said that when The hands of men Tamed this primeval wood, And hoary trees with groans of woe, Like ...
Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicæan barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, ...
The happiest day- the happiest hour My sear'd and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, ...
In Heaven a spirit doth dwell "Whose heart-strings are a lute"; None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, ...
"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce, "Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet. Through all the flimsy things we ...
Seraph! thy memory is to me Like some enchanted far-off isle In some tumultuous sea - Some ocean vexed as ...
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! ...
Thank Heaven! the crisis- The danger is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last- And the fever called ...
Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to ...
I saw thee once- once only- years ago: I must not say how many- but not many. It was a ...
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus ...
There are some qualities- some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that ...
Sancta Maria! turn thine eyes - Upon the sinner's sacrifice, Of fervent prayer and humble love, From thy holy throne ...
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms ...
How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature's universal throne; Her woods - her winds - her mountains ...
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 ...
A dark unfathomed tide Of interminable pride - A mystery, and a dream, Should my early life seem; I say ...
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