 The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit: Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervor of thy lute: Well may the stars be mute! Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely — flowers, And...  Southern Prose and Poetry for Schools - Seite 326von Edwin Mims - 1910 - 440 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1881 - 588 Seiten
...thee the lanrels belong, Best bard, becanse the wisest ! Merrily live, and long ! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — Well may the stars be mute ! Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1882 - 226 Seiten
...thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest! Merrily live, and long ! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit Thy grief, thy joy,...shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal... | |
 | Frederic Jesup Stimson - 1882 - 464 Seiten
...said Gutekind. CHAPTER XXXV. H In Heaven a spirit doth dwell, Whose heartstrings are a lute. . . . Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets...shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours." — POE. ALL about the little pine-wood village of Zermatt are huge knees and buttresses of mountains... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1882 - 430 Seiten
...thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest ! Merrily live, and long ! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets and sours ; Our flowers... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1883 - 542 Seiten
...ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — Well may the stars be mute ! Yes,...shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1883 - 222 Seiten
...thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest ! Merrily live and long ! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy...fervor of thy lute — . Well may the stars be mute I Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets and sours ; Our flowers are merely — flowers,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 408 Seiten
...thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest ! Merrily live and long ! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — Well may the stars be mute ! Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of... | |
 | 1885 - 304 Seiten
...lyre By which he sits and sings, — The trembling living wire Of those unusual strings. ***** VII. Yes, heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets...shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. VIII. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1885 - 218 Seiten
...the wisest I 'Merrily live and long I $ The ecstasies above xTVith thy burning measures suit — Vhy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, ' With the fervor of thy lute— Well may the stars be mute I Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this • Is a world of sweets and sours ; Our flowers are merely — flowers,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1885 - 304 Seiten
...thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the vvisast ! Merrily live, and long ! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — Well may the stars be mute ! Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of... | |
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