 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
 | Brander Matthews - 1901 - 374 síður
...lonesome October Of my most immemorial year; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid-region of Weir — It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. The charm of these lines is due mainly to their modulated music, and to the contrast of the vowel sounds... | |
 | 1902 - 640 síður
...has a deep meaning.) THE SKIES they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisp and sere— The leaves they were withering and sere— It was night in the lonesome October THE LIFE 217 In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. Here once, through an alley Titanic Of Cypress,... | |
 | William Cranston Lawton - 1902 - 398 síður
...the same dim land of shadows and shadowy horrors that we step. The " House of Usher " stands close by the " Dank tarn of Auber," " In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir," beside which we trembled in " Ulalume." Whether in the maelstrom, the balloon, or the madhouse, our... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1902 - 534 síður
...ashen and sober ; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere i It was night in 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... | |
 | John Alfred Woods - 1903 - 120 síður
...Chopin as well: ' ' The skies they were ashen and sober : The leaves they were crisp and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere : It was night...of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.' ' It is evident there were but few days in the lives of Chopin and Poe that were not overhung with... | |
 | Edward Oscar Dyer - 1903 - 352 síður
...on the quaking bog by the sullen pool and — recite Foe. "The skies they were ashen and sober The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night...lonesome October Of my most immemorial year; It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir." 'T is a pity if a man can't... | |
 | James A. Harrison - 1903 - 602 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... | |
 | Benjamin Franklin Sisk - 1903 - 276 síður
...effect is good ; as, 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. — Poe. 95. By Inscription. — This independent use of a noun is really not a construction since... | |
 | James Albert Harrison - 1903 - 580 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 Raven,"... | |
 | James Albert Harrison - 1903 - 556 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 in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year.1 ' October somehow seems mystically entangled with the poet's fate, just as the great dirge of... | |
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