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Advance the flag ALEXANDER BEAUFORT MEEK angels Annabel Lee arms Baltimore Banner battle beauty bells born brave breast bright Carolina Charleston cloud dark dead death died doth dream earth Edgar Edgar Allan Poe Edited Edward Coate Pinkney eyes flag of Dixie floats Florence Vane Furl genius Georgia glory golden grave Habersham hand hath Hayne Hayne's heart heaven Henry Timrod High School hills of Habersham Israfel King land Lenore light Lily literary Macaulay's Essay marsh marshes of Glynn Mocking Bird native never Nevermore night o'er Paul Hamilton Hayne pine Poe's Poems Raven Read Richard Henry Wilde river roll shining Sidney Lanier sigh silence Simms sing skies sleep smile soft song soul South Spring star-spangled banner stars sweet tears Terra-re thee Theodore O'Hara thine thou Timrod Ulalume valleys of Hall Virginia voice volume of verse wave wild wing
Page 27 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of 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...
Page 11 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, "weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door : Only this and nothing more.
Page 16 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Page 7 - And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king.
Page 12 - And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me — with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So that now, to still the beating of my heart. I stood repeating " "Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. This it is, and nothing more.
Page 15 - But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour, Nothing further then he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered, Till I scarcely more than muttered, — "Other friends have flown before; On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.
Page 94 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Page 27 - The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know. In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night. Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Page 95 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.