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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

...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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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 branches...
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Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 8

Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 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...
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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 rne play ; They're...
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Southern Literary Messenger, Volume 19

Literature - 1853
...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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The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe with a notice by J. Hannay

Edgar Allan Poe - 1853
...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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The Eclectic Review, Volume 6; Volume 98

Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1853
...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
...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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The works of the late Edgar Allan Poe, Volume 1

Edgar Allan Poe, Rufus Wilmot Griswold, Nathaniel Parker Willis, James Russell Lowell - Literary Collections - 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 ethereal dances, By what Italian streams. Alas ! for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow, From Love to titled...
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Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic

Beautiful poetry - 1853
...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 far Italian streams ! Alas ! for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow From me — to titled...
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