 | 1842 - 346 стор.
...above With tby burning measures suit — Tby grief, tby joy, tby hate, tby love, With the fervor of tby lute. Well may the stars be mute! Yes, Heaven is thine;...sweets and sours — Our flowers are merely — flowers j And the shadow of tby bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I did dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 стор.
...unimpassioned song ;' To 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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 стор.
...unimpassioned song ; To 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 ! VII. Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 стор.
...unimpassion'd song; To thce 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... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1857 - 418 стор.
...unimpassion'd song ; To 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... | |
 | 1858 - 456 стор.
...meets with passages worthy of the greatest poets. Thus, for example, he addresses the angel Israfel : " Yes, heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets...shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours." Eccentricity and extravagance are the worst faults in his poems as well as his tales. It would make... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 332 стор.
...unimpassioned song ; To 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 luteWell may the stars be mute ! Yes, heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 388 стор.
...To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, beeause the wisest ! Merrily live, and long ! The eestasies 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 - 1865 - 220 стор.
...grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute : Well may the stars be mute ! VII. Yes, heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets...shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. vin. If I could dwell Where Israfel He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 238 стор.
...grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute : Well may the stars be mute ! 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... | |
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Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely — flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. 
