To —— ——
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The bowers whereat, in dreams, I seeThe wantonest singing birdsAre lips — and all thy melodyOf lip-begotten words —
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Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrin’dThen desolately fall,O! God! on my funereal mindLike starlight on a pall —
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Thy heart — thy heart! — I wake and sigh,And sleep to dream till dayOf truth that gold can never buy —Of the trifles that it may.
Edgar Allan Poe
Originally Published in 1829 ...
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Tamerlane
Tamerlane
I have sent for thee, holy friar;But ’twas not with the drunken hope,Which is but agony of desireTo shun the fate, with which to copeIs more than crime may dare to dream,That I have call’d thee at this hour:Such father is not my theme —Nor am I mad, to deem that powerOf earth may shrive me of the sinUnearthly pride hath revell’d in —I would not call thee fool, old man,But hope is not a gift of thine;If I can hope (O God! I can)It falls from an eternal shrine.
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The gay wall of this gaudy towerGrows dim around me — death is near.I had not thought, until this hourWhen ...
Stanzas [To F. S. O.]
Stanzas
Lady! I would that verse of mineCould fling, all lavishly and free,Prophetic tones from every line,Of health, joy, peace, in store for thee.
Thine should be length of happy days,Enduring joys and fleeting cares,Virtues that challenge envy's praise,By rivals loved, and mourned by heirs.
Thy life's free course should ever roamBeyond this bounded earthly clime,No billow breaking into foamUpon the rock-girt shore of Time.
The gladness of a gentle heart,Pure as the wishes breathed in prayer,Which has in others’ joys a part,While in its own all others share.
The fullness of a ...
Stanzas
Stanzas
How often we forget all time, when loneAdmiring Nature's universal throne;Her woods — her wilds — her mountains — the intenseReply of HERS to OUR intelligence!
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In youth have I known one with whom the EarthIn secret communing held — as he with it,In day light, and in beauty from his birth:Whose fervid, flick’ring torch of life was litFrom the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forthA passionate light-such for his spirit was fit —And yet that spirit knew — not [[knew not —]] in the hourOf its own fervor — what had o’er it power.
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Perhaps it may be that my ...