FOUR FAMOUS AMERICAN WRITERS

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Página 106 - Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And¿ the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In the sepulcher there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Página 119 - heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore !— Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore, — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.' Quoth the Raven, ‘Nevermore.'
Página 125 - seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells,— From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Página 125 - Hear the sledges with the bellsSilver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While' the stars that oversprinkle All the heaven, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight;
Página 177 - He stood a spell on one foot fust, Then stood a spell on tother, An' on which one he felt the wust He could n't ha' told ye, nuther. Sez he, “I'd better call agin;” Sez she, “Think likely, Mister;” The last word pricked him like a pin, An'—wal, he up and kist her. When
Página 187 - Now is the high-tide of the year, And whatever of life hath ebbed away Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer, Into every bare inlet and creek and bay; Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God wills it.
Página 186 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays.
Página 100 - skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?
Página 100 - sonnet: Science! True daughter ‘of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the
Página 185 - Over his keys the musing orga'nist, Beginning doubtfully and far away, First lets his fingers wander as they list, And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay; Then, as the touch of his loved instrument Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flashes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream.

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