 Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul — Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul. These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that roll, As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of the pole,...  Sidelights on American Literature - Pagina 339di Fred Lewis Pattee - 1922 - 342 pagineVisualizzazione completa - Informazioni su questo libro
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 pagine
...with Psyche, my Soul. These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that roll — As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous...and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sereCm memories were treacherous and sere — For we knew not the month was October, And we marked... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 pagine
...with Psyche, my Soul. These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that roll — As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous...pole — That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek Tn the realms of the boreal pole. III. Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they were... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 580 pagine
...with Psyche, my soul. These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriac rivers that roll — As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous...In the ultimate climes of the pole — That groan äs they roll down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the boreal pole. Our talk had been serions and sober,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 pagine
...days when my heurt was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that roll — As the lavas that restlessly ro!l Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate...Yaanek In the realms of the boreal pole. Our talk hod been serious and sober, I3ut our thoughts they were palsied and sere — Our memories were treacherous... | |
 | 1897 - 404 pagine
...with Psyche, my soul, These were days when my heart was volcanic As the soriac rivers that roll — As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous...down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the boreal pole. From Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 388 pagine
...— As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous eurrents down Yaanek In the ultimate elimes of the pole — That groan as they roll down Mount...thoughts they were palsied and sere — Our memories wore treaeherous and sere — For we knew not the month was Oetober, And we marked not the night of... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 238 pagine
...with Psyche, my Soul. These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that roll, — As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous...down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the boreal pole. IIL Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sere,Our memories were... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 220 pagine
...with Psyche, my Soul. These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that roll, — As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous...currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of the pole, — III. Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sere, — Our... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 200 pagine
...days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that r> ill — As the lavas that restlesslyroll Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate...of the pole — That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanck In the realms of the boreal pole. Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1871 - 200 pagine
...rivers that roll — As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek ULALUME. In the ultimate climes of the pole — That groan...and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sereOur memories were treacherous and sereFor we knew not the month was October, And we marked not... | |
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