 | 1842 - 346 pages
...Tby grief, tby joy, tby hate, tby love, With the fervor of tby lute. Well may the stars be mute! Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours — Our flowers are merely — flowers j And the shadow of tby bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I did dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 pages
...thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute : Well may the stars be mute ! VII. Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets and...shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. VIII. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 pages
...grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — Well may the stars be mute ! Yes, heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets and...bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where ISBAFBL Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1857 - 418 pages
...grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — Well may the stars be mute ! Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets and...sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder iiote than this might swell From my lyre within the sky. SADANAPALUS, DURING THE NIGHT AFTER HIS FIEST... | |
 | University of Edinburgh - 1857 - 430 pages
...degraded." Yet even there we may recognise the poet to the end, and sorrowfully believe him when he sung — If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing BO wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky.... | |
 | 1858 - 456 pages
...with passages worthy of the greatest poets. Thus, for example, he addresses the angel Israfel : " Yes, heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets and...shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours." Eccentricity and extravagance are the worst faults in his poems as well as his tales. It would make... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 388 pages
...grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — Well may the stars be mute ! Yes, heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets and sours ; < htr flowers are merely — flowere, And the shadow of thy perfeet bliss Is the sunshine of ours.... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 238 pages
...thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute : Well may the stars be mute ! VII. Yes, heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and...shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. VIII. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 220 pages
...thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute : Well may the stars be mute ! VII. Yes, heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets and...shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. vin. If I could dwell Where Israfel He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 332 pages
...grief, tby joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — Well may the stars be mute ! Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets and...dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly \i ell A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky. FOB... | |
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Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely — flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder... 
