 ... evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn! — for never morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time...  The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe - Page 301by Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853Full view - About this book
 | William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1839 - 368 pages
...Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. vr. And travellers now within that valley, Through the red-litten windows, see Vast forms that...river, Through the pale door, A hideous throng rush out foiever, And laugh — but smile no more. I well remember that suggestions arising from this ballad... | |
 | American periodicals - 1839 - 372 pages
...entombed. vr. And travellers now within that valley, Through the red-litten windows, sec Vast forme that move fantastically To a discordant melody ; While,...river, Through the pale door, A hideous throng rush out foiever, And laugh — but smile no more. I well remember that suggestions arising from thie ballad... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - Literature - 1840 - 688 pages
...Is but a dim-remember'd story Of the old time entomb'd. VI. And travellers now within that valley. Through the red-litten windows, see Vast forms that...river, Through the pale door, A hideous throng rush out for ever, And laugh, — but smile no more. I well remember that suggestions arising from this ballad... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - Literature - 1840 - 686 pages
...dim-remember'd story Of the old time enlomb'd. VI. And travellers now within that valley. Through ihe red-litten windows, see Vast forms that move fantastically...discordant melody; While, like a rapid ghastly river, Tli rough the pale door, A hideous throng rush out for ever, And laugh, — but smile no more. I well... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1842 - 638 pages
...bloom'd, Is but a dim-remember'd story Of the old time entomb'd. And travellers now within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms, that...river, Through the pale door, A hideous throng rush out for ever, THE SLEEPER. AT midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1843 - 558 pages
...bloom'd, Is but a dim-remember'd story Of the old time entomb'd. And travellers now within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms, that...ghastly river, Through the pale door, A hideous throng riuh out for ever, And laugh — but smile no more. THE SLEEPER. AT midnight, in the month of June,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - Detective and mystery stories, American - 1845 - 288 pages
...Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. VI. And travellers now within that valley, Through the red-litten windows, see Vast forms that...ghastly river, Through the pale door, A hideous throng rusli out forever, And laugh— but smile no more. I well remember that suggestions arising from this... | |
 | Periodicals - 1850 - 766 pages
...bloomed, Is but a dim remembered story Of the old time entombed. And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms, that...fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door, A hideous throng rush out forever And laugh—but smile... | |
 | Periodicals - 1850 - 762 pages
...bloomed, le but a dim remembered story Of the old time entombed. And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms, that...fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door, A hideous throng rush out forever And laugh — but smile... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 pages
...bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms, that...fantastically, To a discordant melody ; While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door, A hideous throng rush out for ever, And laugh — but smile... | |
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