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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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The Bridal Bouquet Culled in the Garden of Literature

Henry Southgate - Love poetry - 1873 - 448 pages
...stricken eagle soar ! " And all my hopes 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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The works of Edgar Allan Poe, ed. by J.H. Ingram. Complete ed, Volume 1

Edgar Allan Poe - 1874 - 644 pages
...the stricken eagle soar ! Now all my hours are trances ; And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams — In...pillow ! — From me, and from our misty clime, Where weeps the silver willow I That these lines were written in English — a language with which I had...
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The Dublin University Magazine, Volume 86

1875 - 852 pages
...more heautiful still, — "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 ! " In "Tamerlane," which he wrote in bis youth, he writes with more soul and feeling,...
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Works, Volume 1

Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 618 pages
...the stricken eagle soar 1 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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Works, Volume 2

Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 522 pages
...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. THE VALLEY OF UNREST. Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell...
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American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American ...

American poems - 1878 - 536 pages
...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 ! i • AT midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate...
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A Century of American Literature, 1776-1876

Henry Augustin Beers - American literature - 1878 - 510 pages
...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. ne'e Sarah Margaret Fuller, was born at Cambridgeport Mass., in 1810. She received...
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Life and Poems

Edgar Allan Poe - 1879 - 336 pages
...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. THE VALLEY OF UNREST. INCE it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell...
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Life and Letters of John Howard Raymond

John Howard Raymond - 1881 - 1296 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, these verses show the exquisite taste in phraseology,...
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Poems and Essays of Edgar Allan Poe: Including Memoir by John H. Ingram ...

Edgar Allan Poe - 1881 - 588 pages
...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. THE VALLEY OF UNREST. Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell...
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