 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 Seiten
...trod No foot of man), commend thyself to God ! THE CONQUEROR WORM. Lo ! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged,...orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. II. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly ; Mere puppets... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 556 Seiten
...herself not many days before. I obeyed her. They were these:- ^ , Lo ! 'tis a gala^iight Withm the lonesome latter years ! / An angel throng, bewinged,...orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. OL|J'5><". Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly ; Mere... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 388 Seiten
...and the groaning of the bells. THE BELLS. ТНК CONQUERO U WORM. O ! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged,...tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fenrs. While the orehestra breathes fitfully The musie of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 332 Seiten
...WOKM. O !} 'tis a/gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged, hedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre,...hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully T The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and... | |
 | 1859 - 528 Seiten
...out forever And laugh — but smile no more. THE CONQUEROR WORM, Lo ! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged,...hither and thither fly — Mere puppets they, who come andfgo At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 578 Seiten
...before. I obeyed her. They were these • — Lo ! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years I An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned...God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thithor fly ; Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 238 Seiten
...No foot of man, — commend thyself to God! THE CONQUEROR WORM. I. Lo ! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged,...orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. n. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly ; Mere puppets... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 220 Seiten
...trod No foot of man,— commend thyself to God ! THE CONQUEROR WORM. Lo ! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged,...orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. n. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly; Mere puppets... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1859 - 302 Seiten
...out forever And laugh — but smile no more. THE CONQUEROR WORM. Lo ! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged,...high. Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither flyMere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1875 - 452 Seiten
...will I die ; Would all do so as well as 1 1 (Drawn by E. WIEGAHD.); Lo ! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged,...And hither and thither fly ; Mere puppets they, who ccme and go At bidding of vast formless thing s That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out... | |
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tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. 
