 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
 | Francis Duncan - 1861 - 368 síður
...genius, like that of Poe, his gloomy lines on, The dim lake of Anber, In the misty mid region of Weir : down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir ; or those wonderful dreamy lines when he sings of — A route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill-angels... | |
 | Francis Duncan - 1864 - 340 síður
...moment and such a scene might have suggested to a dark genius, like that of Poe, his gloomy lines on, The dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir; or those wonderful dreamy lines... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 238 síður
.... eye. 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...tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. II. Here once, through an alley Titanic Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul, — Of cypress, with Psyche,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 220 síður
...violet eye. 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...tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. n. Here once, through an alley Titanic Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul, — Of cypress, with Psyche,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 332 síður
...within 't. 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...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1871 - 200 síður
...within 't. 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...— It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the gboul-baunted woodland of Weir. Here once, througb an alley Titanic, Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul... | |
 | H. L. D. Potter - 1873 - 444 síður
...were ashen and soberB The leaves they were crisped and sear, The leaves they were withering and sear. It was night in the lonesome October (Of my most immemorial year), It was hard ky the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid-region of Wier — It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,... | |
 | 1875 - 448 síður
...EDGAR ALLAN POE. 'HE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere ; It was night...an alley Titanic, Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul — These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that roll — As the lavas that... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1875 - 400 síður
...only. 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...woodland of Weir. Here once, through an alley Titanic, Ol cypress, I roamed with my Soul — Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul. These were days when my heart... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 522 síður
...only ULALUME. THE sties they were ashen and sobe . ; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere ; It was night...immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, ID the misty mid region of Weir — It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland... | |
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