The Bang ..., Volumes 12-131917 |
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1917 FIVE CENTS ALEXANDER HARVEY SIXTY American of Anglo-Saxon Anglo-Saxon origin artichoke artist Bang PUBLISHED WEEKLY beautiful Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff Bob Davis British literary superstition Bumm Cassandra Clarice Clarissa Coroebus courts criticism democracy Department of Justice EDITOR ALEXANDER HARVEY federal bureaucrat federal judge FIVE WEST THIRTY Florence freedom of speech Genevieve Vivian genius George Creel goulash goulash baron hair hand Harry Weinberger HARVEY SIXTY FIVE heart Hermann Hagedorn Howells Judge Spearhead judiciary lady Legal Defense League Lingard lips literature ment moon mystery native American never night novelist passion poem poet poetry politics RICHARD BUTLER right to freedom right word Silas Lapham SIXTH STREET VOL SIXTY FIVE WEST Solmes sonnet soul supreme tell thing THIRTY SIXTH STREET Thomas Dunn English thrill tion told verse Walter Lippmann WEST THIRTY SIXTH Wilkie Collins William Crary Brownell William Marion Reedy woman wonder writers YORK young youth
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Page 8 - Ulalume!" Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sere — As the leaves that were withering and sere; And I cried: "It was surely October On this very night of last year That I journeyed — I journeyed down here! — That I brought a dread burden down here — On this night of all nights in the year, Ah, what demon has tempted me here? Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber — This misty mid region of Weir — Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber, This...
Page 2 - 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 That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the boreal pole.
Page 4 - Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. And now, as the night was senescent And star-dials pointed to morn, As the star-dials hinted of morn, At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn, Astarte's bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn.
Page 3 - Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of the Pole — That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the Boreal Pole. Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sere — • Our memories were treacherous and sere...
Page 5 - To the Lethean peace of the skies — Come up, in despite of the Lion, To shine on us with her bright eyes — Come up through the lair of the Lion With love in her luminous eyes.
Page 3 - But our thoughts they were palsied and sere Our memories were treacherous and sere For we knew not the month was October, And we marked not the night of the year (Ah, night of all nights in the year!) We noted not the dim lake of Auber (Though once we had journeyed down here) Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber, Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Page 2 - It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. Here once, through an alley Titanic Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul — Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
Page 4 - She revels in a region of sighs: She has seen that the tears are not dry on These cheeks, where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of .the Lion To point us the path to the skies, To the Lethean peace of the skies...
Page 8 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is haunted...
Page 2 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!