 The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year: It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir:...  Poe--man, Poet, and Creative Thinker - Síða 91eftir Edgar Allan Poe, Sherwin Cody - 1924 - 485 síðurHeildartexta - Um bókina
 | 1851 - 608 síður
...are repeating " The skies they were ashen and sober ; The leaves they were crisped aod sere — The leaves they were withering and sere ; It was night...Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir — It was dawn by the dark tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir." In the seventh stanza of this... | |
 | 1851 - 702 síður
...are repeating " The skies they were nshen and sober ; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere ; It was night in the lonesome October, Of my most immemurial year ; It was hni-d by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir — It was... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 síður
...groaning of the bells. THE skies they were ashen and sober ; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere ; It was night...cypress, I roamed with my soul — Of cypress, with Pysche, my soul. These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that roll — As... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 síður
...DLALUME : A BALLAD. THI ikies they were ashen and sober ; The leaves they were crwpi'd and Here — The leaves they were withering and sere ; It was night...Titanic, Of cypress, I roamed with my soul — Of cvprcss, with Psyche, my soul. Those were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 308 síður
...groaning of the bells. THE skies they were ashen and sober ; The leaves they were crisped and sere— The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night...woodland of Weir. Here once, through an alley Titanic, ^ These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that roll — As the lavas that... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 síður
...only. TJLALUME. THE skies they were ashen and sober ; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere ; It was night...ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. Here once, through an alley Titantic, Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul — Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul. These were days when... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 síður
...—ED. ULALUME. THE skies they were ashen and sober ; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere ; It was night...of Weir — It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, Tn the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. n. Here once, through an alley Titanic, Of cypress, I roamed... | |
 | 1853 - 774 síður
...locality may be : — " The skies they were ashen and sober, The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere ; It was night...the misty mid region of Weir — It was down by the dark tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. • Here once through an alley Titanic,... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 580 síður
...ULALUME: A BALLAD. THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crispcd and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Ot' my most immemorial year; It was hard by the dim lake of Anbei-, In ihe misty mid region of Weir... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 síður
...nicht in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year; It WHS hard by the dim lake of Auber, 1л the misty mid region of Weir — It was down by the...Titanic, Of cypress, I roamed with my soul — Of cvpress, with Psyché, my soul. These were days when my heurt was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that... | |
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