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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! And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances,... "
The New Laokoon: An Essay on the Confusion of the Arts - Page 219
by Irving Babbitt - 1910 - 258 pages
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The Southern literary messenger, Volume 14

1848 - 780 pages
...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, th< nice...
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Gentleman's Magazine, Volume 5

William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1839 - 368 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. REFLECTIONS IN A COUNTRY GRAVE YARD. COME, let ua recline awhile beneath the wide-spreading branches...
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Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 8

Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - Literature - 1840 - 686 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 Italian streams. Alas 1 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 - 376 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 rne play ; They're...
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Southern Literary Messenger, Volume 19

Literature - 1853 - 842 pages
...sea To the sands upon the shore.) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or 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 « hat cthcrial dances, By what eternal streams....
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Notes and Queries

Electronic journals - 1914 - 668 pages
...title of " The Royal." BRADSTOW. ' To ONE IN PARADISE ' (11 S. ix. 511). — The full stanza rims : — 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...
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Notes and Queries

Electronic journals - 1914 - 650 pages
...PABADISE.' — To whom did Poe address the stanzas thus entitled, which end with the well-known lines : — And where thy footstep gleams — In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams ! HHF " CONDAMINE." — I should be glad to know the meaning and derivation of the word " Condamine,"...
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The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe with a notice by J. Hannay

Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 pages
...To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom tht thunder-blasted tree. Or the 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....
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Eclectic and Congregational Review

1853 - 1042 pages
...No more — no more — no more Shall bloom the thunder- blasted tree, Or 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...
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The Dublin University Magazine, Volume 42

1853 - 774 pages
...To the sands upon the shore), Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or 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...
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