Al Aaraf, by Edgar Allan Poe
I O! Nothing earthly save the ray
(Thrown ...
I O! Nothing earthly save the ray
(Thrown ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells
Silver bel...
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary
Of lo...
Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome lat...
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by il...
"Seldom we find, " says Solomon Don Dunce,
"...
Dim valesand shadowy floods
And cloudy-lookin...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered,...
Science! True daughter of Old Time thou art!
...
Kind solace in a dying hour!
Such, father, i...
I saw thee onceonce onlyyears ago:
I must not...
Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which m...
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leav...
I, Alphonso, live and learn,
Seeing Nature ...
Think me not unkind and rude
That I walk alone...
Each the herald is who wrote
His rank, and qu...
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew
In t...
The wings of Time are black and white,
Pied w...
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked ...
The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel,
...
Deep in the man sits fast his fate
To mould hi...
Mortal mixed of middle clay,
Attempered to th...
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, F...
One musician is sure,
His wisdom will not fai...
On a mound an Arab lay,
And sung his sweet re...