Lines Written in an Album
Eliza! — let thy generous heartFrom its present pathway part not!Being every thing which now thou art,Be nothing which thou art not.So with the world thy gentle ways —Thy unassuming beauty —And truth shall be a theme of praiseForever — and love a duty.
E. A. P.
Edgar Allan Poe
Originally Published in 1835 ...
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To —— (Song)
To —— (Song)
I saw thee on the bridal day;When a burning blush came o’er thee,Tho’ Happiness around thee lay,The world all love before thee.
And, in thine eye, the kindling lightOf young passion freeWas all on earth, my chain’d sightOf Loveliness might see.
That blush, I ween, was maiden shame:As such it well may pass:Tho’ its glow hath rais’d a fiercer flameIn the breast of him, alas! Who saw thee on that bridal day,When that deep blush would come o’er thee, —Tho’ Happiness around thee lay;The world all Love before thee. —
Edgar Allan Poe
Originally Published in 1827 ...
To — — [Violet Vane]
To —— [Violet Vane]
I would not lord it o’er thy heart,Alas! I cannot rule my own,Nor would I rob one loyal thought,From him who there should reign alone;We both have found a life-long love;Wherein our weary souls may rest,Yet may we not, my gentle friendBe each to each the second best?
A love which shall be passion-free,Fondness as pure as it is sweet,A bond where all the dearest tiesOf brother, friend and cousin meet, —Such is the union I would frame,That thus we might be doubly blest,With Love to rule our hearts supremeAnd friendship to be second ...
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Sleep on, sleep on, another hour —I would not break so calm a sleep,To wake to sunshine and to show’r,To smile and weep.
Sleep on, sleep on, like sculptured thing,Majestic, beautiful art thou;Sure seraph shields thee with his wingAnd fans thy brow —
We would not deem thee child of earth,For, O, angelic, is thy form!But, that in heav’n thou had'st thy birth,Where comes no storm
To mar the bright, the perfect flow’r,But all is beautiful and still —And golden sands proclaim the hourWhich brings no ill.
Sleep on, sleep on, some fairy dreamPerchance is woven in thy ...