John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Sarah Helen (Power) Whitman. (1803–1878) |
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| Star of resplendent front! Thy glorious eye Shines on me still from out yon clouded sky. |
| Arcturus (To Edgar Allen Poe). |
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| Tell him I lingered alone on the shore, Where we parted, in sorrow, to meet nevermore; The night-wind blew cold on my desolate heart But colder those wild words of doom,—“Ye must part.” |
| Our Island of Dreams. |
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| The sweet imperious mouth, whose haughty valor Defied all portents of impending doom. |
| The Portrait. (Of Poe.) |
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| Warm lights are on the sleepy uplands waning Beneath dark clouds along the horizon rolled, Till the slant sunbeams through the fringes raining Bathe all the hills in melancholy gold. |
| A still Day in Autumn. |
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| Enchantress of the stormy seas, Priestess of Night’s high mysteries. |
| Moonrise in May. |
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| The summer skies are darkly blue, The days are still and bright, And Evening trails her robes of gold Through the dim halls of Night. 1 |
| Summer’s Call. |
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| Raven from the dim dominions On the Night’s Plutonian shore, 2 Oft I hear thy dusky pinions Wave and flutter round my door— See the shadow of thy pinions Float along the moonlit floor. |
| The Raven. |
| Note 1. Longfellow: I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls. [back] |
| Note 2. See Poe: The Raven. [back] |