They fade in the light of Their meaning sublime. 'The fiend that man harries Is love of the Best; Yawns the pit of the Dragon, Lit by rays from the Blest. The Lethe of Nature Can't trance him again, Whose soul sees the perfect, Which his eyes seek in... Tufts College Graduate - Page 751911Full view
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Drama - 1900
...bread? Who, with sadness and madness, Has turned my child's head? " Poe was not the poet to answer cheerfully " Say on, sweet Sphinx ! thy dirges Are pleasant songs to me." He was never Platonist and optimist enough to enjoy the resignation sung in that poem. The first utterances...