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Page 142 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
Page 142 - Ah distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;— vainly had I sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore.
Page 292 - ... another world. Perlimplin, what have you done, Perlimplin? MARCOLFA. Belisa, now you are another woman. You are dressed in the most glorious blood of my master. BELISA. But who was this man? Who was he? MARCOLFA. The beautiful adolescent whose face you never will see. BELISA. Yes, yes, Marcolfa— I love him— I love him with all the strength of my flesh and my soul— but where is the young man in the red cape? Dear God, where is he? MARCOLFA. Don Perlimplin, sleep peacefully. . . . Do you...
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Page 86 - The time had arrived for him to come, and every one was on the qui vive to be the first to welcome the new
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Page 289 - The pages were closely written, yet legible, and as her eyes skimmed over page after page, her heart went out to the man who had just left her.