Lenore |
|||||||||
| by Edgar Allan Poe | |||||||||
| AH broken is the golden
bowl! the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll!-a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river; And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear?-weep now or never more! See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore! Come! let the burial rite be read-the funeral song be sung!- An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young- A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young. "Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride, Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song "Avaunt! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise, |
|
||||||||
|
|
|||||||||
Selected Edgar Allan Poe Works |
|||||||||
TalesBerenice |
PoetryA Dream within a Dream |
![]() |
|||||||
|
|
|||||||||
|
Powered by WorldNews Project 2008 www.epistle.ws |
|||||||||