 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
 | Andrew Carpenter Wheeler - 1876 - 46 síður
...out of Time." "Don't you remember," she said, in a whisper, "that he acknowledges in ' Ulalume,' " ' Here, once through an alley Titanic Of cypress, I...roamed with my soul Of cypress, with Psyche my soul, Those were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that roll ? ' " The fact is, Colorado... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 196 síður
...only. ULALUME. | HE 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 It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir — It was down by the dank tarn... | |
 | Oliver Ernesto Branch - 1878 - 278 síður
...ULALUME. XDGAB 1. FOE. The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere. It was night...dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland cf 'Wen-. Here once, through an alley Titanic Of cypress. I roamed with my soul— Of cypress, with... | |
 | Frank Honywell Fenno - 1878 - 422 síður
...they were withering and sear. >,t was night in the lonesome October, .0f my most immemorial year, *.t was hard by the dim lake of Auber In the misty mid region of Wier. It was down by the dark tarn of Auber, Jn the ghoul-haunted woodland of Wier. The Guttural is... | |
 | William Fearing Gill - 1878 - 372 síður
...so weird, so strange — ' Far down by the dim lake of Auber; In the misty mid-region of Wier ; Far down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Wier ' — and withal so fascinating, so wonderfully graphic, that it seemed for the moment to have... | |
 | State Pomological Society of Michigan - 1878 - 502 síður
...cypress, with Psyche, my soul. The skies they were ashen and sober, The leaves they were crisped and sere; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid-region of Wier, It was down by the dark tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-hannted woodland of Wier."... | |
 | Frank Honywell Fenno - 1878 - 426 síður
...were ashen and sober, 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, !lt was hard by the dim lake of Auber In the misty mid region of Wier. It was down by the dark tarn... | |
 | John McGovern - 1880 - 762 síður
...it cannot be said to be original in English — is to be found in the second stanza of " Ulalume" : Here once, through an alley Titanic, ] Of cypress,...with my soul — Of cypress, with Psyche' my soul. For the sake of keeping that obtrusive "m " out of " tintinnabulation" a few lines from " Bells " are... | |
 | John Howard Raymond - 1881 - 1296 síður
...immediately recur : " 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 lonesome October Of my most immemorial year.' ' October somehow seems mystically entangled with the poet's fate, just as the great dirge of " The... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Andrew Lang - 1881 - 218 síður
...Annie. 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...with my Soul— Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul. Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of the pole — That groan as they roll... | |
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