The City in the Sea, by Edgar Allan Poe
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a s...
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a s...
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by il...
Oh! That my young life were a lasting dream!
...
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With dr...
There are some qualities some incorporate thing...
Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark t...
Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which m...
Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people...
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?
...
I There is no great and no small
To the Soul...
Already blushes on thy cheek
The bosom though...
The debt is paid,
The verdict said,
The F...
Gold and iron are good
To buy iron and gold; ...
In countless upward-striving waves
The moon-d...
I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea
Say...
Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of ...
Thy summer voice, Musketaquit,
Repeats the ...
The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
It dropp...
Tears! Tears! Tears!
In the night, in solitu...
We talked with open heart, and tongue
Affect...
I
His simple truths did Andrew glean
Be...
The sun has long been set,
The stars are out...
I "Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf, "
Ex...
Violins of Autumn sobbing
Deep and lo...
If one could have that little head of hers
Pa...