 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
 | Julian Hawthorne, Leonard Lemmon - 1891 - 678 síður
...Which we worship in a star. Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest An unitnpassioned song; To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because...— Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervor of thy lute — Well may the stars be mute ! Yet Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, George Edward Woodberry - 1895 - 412 síður
...'sa 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...suit: 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... | |
 | Louise Manly - 1895 - 554 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...suit— 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... | |
 | Louise Manly - 1895 - 538 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 luteWell may the stars be mute ! Yes, heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1895 - 372 síður
...we worship in a star. Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest An unimpassioned song t To thee the laurels belong. Best bard, because the...suit Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love With the fervor of thy lute t Well may the stars be mute ! Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets... | |
 | Louise Manly - 1895 - 560 síður
...grown-up God — Where the Hour! glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest...the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest I Merrily live, and long! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy joy,... | |
 | Louise Manly - 1895 - 564 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...the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest I Merrily live, and long! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy joy,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1895 - 308 síður
...excuse for any license taken in forcing a passage from the Koran. Some of the lines are transcendent: "The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit: Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, il\f love, With the fervor of thy lute: Well may the stars be mute ! xxvii "Yes, Heaven is thine; but... | |
 | Jennie Thornley Clarke - 1896 - 396 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...suit— 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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1898 - 228 síður
...grown-up God, IS Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. Therefore thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest...suit: 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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