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...doth float, up from the damned earth — From tienils below, to friends above, the indignant gboet is riven, From hell unto a high estate, far up within...groan to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven!" This is indeed an extraordinary poem, but alas ! it lacks heart. And so did poor Poe. One other thing...

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...flight with а раэап of old days ! Let no bell toll ! — lest the sweet soul, amid her saintly mirth, Should catch the note, as it doth float, up from the damned earth — From fiends below, to friends above, the indignant ghost is riven, From hell unto a high estate,...

...light. No dirge will I upraise, But waft the angel on her flight with a pa;an of old days ! Let no bell toll ! lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed...groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven." The same strangely morbid bent of thought which mars the beauty of the stanzas here is perhaps even...

...flight with a pœan of old days ! Let no hell toll ! lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirtt, Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damned oarth, To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven — From hell unto a high...