 | 1919 - 966 pages
...love, With the fervor of thy lute : Well may the stars be mute ! Yes, Heaven is thine; but this 40 in the constellation Harp, which now flames in our zenith, astronomers announce, shall one 45 Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While... | |
 | William John Bainbrigge Fletcher - 1919 - 272 pages
...competing for favor amid the other ladies of the Court found more pleasure in making love to the flowers. "Our flowers are merely — flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours." — Poe : Israfel. LIFE'S ROAD By Wang Wei 'Tis time to say farewell. My horse I stay. The Palace Moat... | |
 | Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike - 1920 - 424 pages
...feel this in "The Bells," in "The Raven," in "Annabel Lee," and in this lovely stanza from "Israfel": "If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he...melody, While a bolder note than this might swell POE THE DEACON'S MASTERPIECE Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such... | |
 | Wilfrid Perrett - 1920 - 108 pages
...§33.33, what would be the result of allowing where to become indistinguishable in sound from were : — If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, ... And I imagine that poets sometimes write " forever " in one word because they dread that detestable... | |
 | Francis Thompson - 1920 - 104 pages
...thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute— Well may the stars be mute I • EA Poe. 9° Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours ; Qur flowers are merely—flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If... | |
 | John Wooster Robertson - 1921 - 472 pages
...Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervor of thy lute. Well may the stars be mute! Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and...flowers are merely — flowers And the shadow of thy bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I did dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not... | |
 | Charles Alphonso Smith - 1921 - 370 pages
...hate, thy lover" With the fervour of thy lute— U \ Well may the stars be mute ! L \ t . • ^^ Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets and sours ; t Our flowers are merely — f lowers, t . And the shadow of thy perfect bliss O~ la the sunshine... | |
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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... 
