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" No more — no more — no more" (Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar! "
Lives of the Illustrious: (the Biographical Magazine). - Page 201
1855
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...from " To one in Paradise." * And all my days are trances And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams — In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams." Along with wonderful beauty of rhythm, thes' verses show the exquisite laste in phraseology,...
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Burton's Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review, Volume 5

Edgar Allan Poe - 1839
...the stricken eagle soar. And all my hours are trances And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams, In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. REFLECTIONS IN A COUNTRY GRAVE YARD. COME, let ua recline awhile beneath the wide-spreading...
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Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 8

Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - Literature - 1840
...the stricken eagle soar ! And all my hours are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams, In what...pillow — From me, and from our misty clime, Where weeps the silver willow. That these lines were written in English — a language with which I had not...
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Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 8

Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - Literature - 1840
...the stricken eagle soar ! And all my hours are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams, In what ethereal dances, By what Italian streams. Alas 1 for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow, From Love to titled age and crime, And an...
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Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 8

Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - Literature - 1840
...stricken eagle soar ! And all my hours arc trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams, In what ethereal dances, By what Italiau streams. Alas ! for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow, From Love to titled...
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American Melodies: Containing a Single Selection from the Productions of Two ...

American ballads and songs - 1841 - 286 pages
...the stricken eagle soar. And all my hours are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams, In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. THE BREEZES FAN MY BROW. BY JAMES P. OTIS. THE breezes fan my brow, And softly round...
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The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, Volume 1

Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - Poets, American - 1853
...the stricken eagle soar ! Now all my hours are trances ; And all my nightly dreams Are where the dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams, In what...pillow ! — From me, and from our misty clime, Where weeps the silver willow 1 That these lines were written in English. — a language with which I had...
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The Dublin University Magazine, Volume 42

1853
...the stricken eagle soar ! 1 And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams ; In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams !" Our readers must have remarked in the passages already quoted a peculiar habit of...
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The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe with a notice by J. Hannay

Edgar Allan Poe - 1853
...stricken eagle soar ! rv. And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams ; In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. THE VALLEY OF UNREST. Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell...
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The Eclectic Review

1853
...the stricken eagle soar. And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams, In what ethereal dances ! By what eternal streams !' — p. 29. Every one of Poe's small poems is as complete and full of light as a...
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