 Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. Therefore thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest An unimpassioned song; To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest: Merrily live, and long! The ecstasies...  Poe--man, Poet, and Creative Thinker - Síða 65eftir Edgar Allan Poe, Sherwin Cody - 1924 - 485 síðurHeildartexta - Um bókina
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 síður
...grown-up god — Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. K V. Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, -who despisest...the fervour of thy lute : Well may the stars be mute ! VII. Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets and sours ; Our flowers are merely —... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 332 síður
...grown-up God — Where the Houri glances are Imhued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest...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 and sours ; Our... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 388 síður
...grown-up God — Where the Huuri glanees are Imbued with all the beauty Whieh we worship in n star. Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest...unimpassioned song ; To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, beeause the wisest ! Merrily live, and long ! The eestasies above With thy burning measures suit—... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 220 síður
...Where Love's a grown-up god — Where the houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty ISRAFEL. V. Therefore thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest...Best bard, because the wisest : Merrily live and long ! VI. The ecstasies above With thy burning measure suit ; Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 238 síður
...grown-up god — Where the houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. V. Therefore thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest...bard, because the wisest : Merrily live and long! VI. The ecstasies above With thy burning measure suit; Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 332 síður
...grown up God — Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest...above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, tby joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — Well may the stars be mute ! Yes, Heaven... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1859 - 302 síður
...grown up God — Where the Ilouri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. Therefore thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest An unimpassioned song ; To thoe the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest! Merrily live, and long ! The ecstasies above... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1871 - 200 síður
...in a star. Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest An unimpassioned song ; ISRAFEL. To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest ! Merrily live, and long ! The ecstacies above With thy burning measures suitThy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1869 - 298 síður
...grown up God — Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest...— 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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 196 síður
...grown-up God — Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest...— 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... | |
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