Festival of song: a series of evenings with the poets . a couple ot stanzas :— We pledged our hearts, my love and I, I in my arms the maiden clasping ;I could not tell the reason why, But, oh ! I trembled like an aspen. Her fathers love she bade me gain ; I went, but shook like any reed !I strove to act the man—in vain ! We had exchanged our hearts indeed. Edgar A. Poe, whose minstrelsv sounds like the echoes ofstrange, unearthlv music, is best known by that remarkable pro-duction, The Raven^ which, like The Ancient Mariner^ holds thereader spell-bound by its mystic fascination. His song of An
Festival of song: a series of evenings with the poets . a couple ot stanzas :— We pledged our hearts, my love and I, I in my arms the maiden clasping ;I could not tell the reason why, But, oh ! I trembled like an aspen. Her fathers love she bade me gain ; I went, but shook like any reed !I strove to act the man—in vain ! We had exchanged our hearts indeed. Edgar A. Poe, whose minstrelsv sounds like the echoes ofstrange, unearthlv music, is best known by that remarkable pro-duction, The Raven^ which, like The Ancient Mariner^ holds thereader spell-bound by its mystic fascination. His song of AnnabelLee is a general favourite :— It was many and manv a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden lived, whom you mav know by the name of Anna-bel Lee : ao6 And this maiden she lived with n^ other thought than to love, andbe loved bv me. I was a child and she was a child, in this kingdom bv the sea ;But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my An-nabel Lee,—With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven coveted her and And this was the reason that, long ago, in this kingdom by the sea,A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling mv beautiful Annabel Lee :So that her high-born kinsman came, and bore her away from shut her up in a sepulchre in this kingdom by the sea. * -!f * But our love it was stronger by far than the love of those who wenolder than many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, nor the demons down under the sea,Can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beau-tiful Annabel Lee -,And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes of the beautifulAnnabel so all the night-tide I lie down by the sideOf my darling, my darling, my life and my the sepulchre there by the sea, in her tomb by the sounding sea ! Foes Bells are full of ringing melody. Listen :— Hear the sledges with the bells—silver bells !What
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