...shapes and signs of the final wrath, When death, in hideous and ghastly starkness, Stood in his path. And tell how now, amid wreck and sorrow, And want,...in calmness the silent morrow That no ray lights. s A picture of the poet's own life and sorrows. And lives he still, then? Yes! old and hoary At thirty-nine,...

...shapes and signs of the final wrath, When death, in hideous and ghastly starkuesa, Stood on his path. And tell how now, amid wreck and sorrow, And want...lives, enduring what future story Will never know. Him grant a grave -to, ye pitying noble, Deep in your bosoms ! There let him dwell ! He, too, had tears...

...shapes and signs of the final wrath, When death in hideous and ghastly starkness Stood on his path. And tell how now, amid wreck, and sorrow, And want,...morrow That no ray lights. And lives he still, then f Yes ! Old and hoary At thirty-nine from despair and woe, He lives, enduring what future story Will...

...shapes and signs of the final wrath, When death, in hideous and ghastly starkness, Stood on his path. ness, Her voice the joyous tone, — The tokens * ...snowy brow. A wreath of orange blossoms, When next f Yes! old and hoary At thirty-nine, from despair and woe, He lives, enduring what future story Will...

...shapes and signs of the final wrath, When death, in hideous and ghastly starkness, Stood in his path. And tell how now, amid wreck and sorrow, And want,...bides in calmness the silent morrow That no ray lights ! There is a strange likeness between the lives of James Clarence Mangan and Edgar Allan Poe; but that...

...shapes and signs of the final wrath, When death, in hideous and ghastly stark ness. Stood on his path. And tell how now. amid wreck and sorrow, And want, and sickness, and houseless nights, He hides in calmness the silent morrow That no ray lights. And lives he still, then? Yes, old and At thirty-nine,...

...friendship, befooled in love, With spirits shipwrecked and young hopes blasted, He still, still strove. And tell how now, amid wreck and sorrow, And want and sickness, and homeless nights, He bides in calmness the silent morrow That no day lights. t And lives he still ?...

...shapes and signs of the final wrath, When death, in hideous and ghastly starkness, Stood on his path. And tell how now, amid wreck and sorrow, And want,...lives, enduring what future story Will never know. Him grant a grave to, ye pitying noble, Deep in your bosoms ! There let him dwell ! He, too, had tears...

...shapes and signs of the final wrath, When death, in hideous and ghastly starkness, Stood on his path. And tell how now, amid wreck and sorrow, And want,...lights. And lives he still, then ? Yes ! Old and hoary Him grant a grave to, ye pitying noble, Deep in your bosoms ! There let him dwell ! He, too, had tears...

...shapes and signs of the final wrath, When death, in hideous and ghastly starkness, Stood on his path. And tell how now, amid wreck and sorrow, And want,...lives, enduring what future story Will never know. Him grant a grave too, ye pitying noble. Deep in your bosoms! There let him dwell! He too had tears...