| 1919 - Страниц: 966
...sweet sister. On the door of this legended tomb?" She replied —' Ulalume — Ulalume — 8° 'T is the vault of thy lost Ulalume ! ' Then my heart it...withering and sere. And I cried —' It was surely October 8 5 On this very night of last year That I journeyed — I journeyed down here, That I brought a dread... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1869 - Страниц: 298
...written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb ? " She replied—" Ulalume—TJlalume— 'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!" Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves thaWei-ems^e^scft^ws— As the Jeaves that were rnVkerav^Bs^^-t^ And I cried—" It was surely October... | |
| George Moore - 1973 - Страниц: 194
...sifter, On the door of this legended tomb?' She replied—'Ulalume—Ulalume‘Tis the vault of thy loft Ulalume!' Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sereAs the leaves that were withering and sere, And I cried—'It was surely October On this very night... | |
| Tommaso Pisanti - 1984 - Страниц: 212
...written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb? " She replied — " Ulalume — Ulalume! — " Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume! " Then my heart...surely October, On this very night of last year, That I journeyed — I journeyed down here! — That I brought a dread burden down here — On this night,... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1984 - Страниц: 1440
...written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?" She replied—"Ulalume—Ulalume!— 'T is the vault of thy lost Ulalume!" Then my heart it grew...As the leaves that were withering and sere— And I cried—"It was surely October, On this very night of last year, That I journeyed—I journeyed down... | |
| David Miller - 1989 - Страниц: 368
...progress toward the star he sees beyond the valley of cypresses is halted by the tomb of his lost lover: Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves...— As the leaves that were withering and sere... In the very last lines, the speaker's recognition of the place, his identification with it, and a new... | |
| George Klein - 1994 - Страниц: 318
...thy lost Ulalume." This was an unrelenting shock, the gray ashes and withered leaves of depression: Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sere. He was overcome by the memory of that day in October when he journeyed there with his dead beloved.... | |
| Jay Parini - 1993 - Страниц: 936
...that he is still tormented by an inextinguishable grief, he knows he will always remain in her thrall: Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crispéd and sereAs the leaves that were withering and sereAnd I cried— “It was surely October,... | |
| Various - 1996 - Страниц: 496
...written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?" 80 She replied: "Ulalume! Ulalume! T is the vault of thy lost Ulalume!" Then my heart it grew...sere, As the leaves that were withering and sere, 85 And I cried: "It was surely October On this very night of last year That I journeyed, I journeyed... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 2000 - Страниц: 678
...sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?" 80 She replied — "Ulalume — Ulalume! — 'T is the vault of thy lost Ulalume!" Then my heart it grew...sere — As the leaves that were withering and sere — 85 And I cried — "It was surely October, On this very night of last year, That I journeyed —... | |
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