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" Stoop o er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes. "
Voices of the Night - الصفحة 3
بواسطة Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 183
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Burton's Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review, المجلدات 6-7

William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1840 - عدد الصفحات: 616
...personified Night. Even in the first stanza this difficulty occurs — enfeebling all. The words — I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls — convey us to a palace tenanted by the sable-draperied, by the corporate Night. But the lines I...

The Gentleman's Magazine, المجلد 6

1840 - عدد الصفحات: 326
...personified Night. Even in the first stanza this difflculty occurs — enfeebling all. The words — I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble lralls — convey us to a palace tenanted by the sable-druperied, by the corporate Night. But the lines...

The Southern Quarterly Review, المجلد 1

Daniel Kimball Whitaker, Milton Clapp, William Gilmore Simms, James Henley Thornwell - 1842 - عدد الصفحات: 578
...than the following " Hymn to the Night ? " Read it once, and its melody haunts the heart lorever : " HYMN TO THE NIGHT. I heard the trailing garments of...the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sahle skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence, by its spell of...

The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, المجلدات 16-17

1849 - عدد الصفحات: 608
...steps on the threshold of the inn, whence a jocund peal was ringing, we paused, and suddenly — " We heard the trailing garments of the night Sweep through her marble halls ; We saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From her celestial walls ; We felt her presence, by...

Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, المجلد 17

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 608
...steps on the threshold of the inn, whence a jocund peal was ringing, we paused, and suddenly — " We heard the trailing garments of the night Sweep through her marble halls ; We saw lier sable skirts all fringed with light From her celestial walls ; We felt her presence,...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 382
...there is an instance of bad taste in the selection of metaphors, which rarely happens to our author. " I heard the trailing garments of the night Sweep through...all fringed with light From the celestial walls." He redeems this artificial imagery by the following verse : " I felt her presence, by its spell of...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 384
...there is an instance of bad taste in the selection of metaphors, which rarely happens to our author. BI heard the trailing garments of the night Sweep through...all fringed with light From the celestial walls." He redeems this artificial imagery by the following verse : " I felt her presence, by its spell of...

The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 596
...forms of sorrow and delight, All solemn Voices of the Night, That can soothe thee, or affright, — HYMN TO THE NIGHT. I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halla ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence,...

Voices of the Night, and Other Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 256
...affright, — Be these henceforth thy theme." HYMN TO THE NIGHT. 'A<77ra<T/jj, rpi'AXiorof. I IIEAED the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from ahove ; The calm, majestic presence of...

Janet Mowbray, المجلد 3;المجلد 503

Caroline Grautoff - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 332
...Printer to HBH I'IUKT Allifii. Kuiiurt Sltect. JANET MOWBRAY. CHAPTER I. He's coming again ! Scotch Song. I heard the trailing garments of the night Sweep through...skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose ; The fountain of perpetual peace...




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