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...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...the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling — my darling — my life and my bride,...

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...music of the thought is echoed lack, from the wonderful shaping of the rhythmic lines. For instance: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams...the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all tho night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In...

...rhythm. No meeting was ever complete unless we read 'Annabel Lee.' Number 20022 said she just loved For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams...Lee, And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eye., Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ... because it was written 'in such lovely waltz-time ' — her...

...blood tenderness about them, but a dreamy phantasmagoria of gleaming eyes and angel wings. He says : " For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams...; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright oyea Of the beautiful Annabel Lee." This is as cold and as ideal as the lines of Byron : " She walks...

...was a child and she was a cliild3 In this kingdom by the sea. BIRE.ET FOSTER . . . /. Cooper . . 42 For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabal Lee. BIRKET FOSTER . . . J. Cooper . . 44 ISRAFEL. In heaven a spirit doth dwell " Whose heart-strings...

...7 was a ehild and the vas a ehild, In thts kingdom by the sea. HIKKET FOSTIE . . . J. Cooper . . 42 For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabal Lee. Bui KET FOSTER . . . J. Cooper . . 44 ISRAFEL. In heaven a spirit doth dwell " Whose heart-strings...

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