 midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy...  The Retrospective Review - Page 3141824Full view - About this book
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1984 - 1572 pages
...mind, and a fine sense of effect in throwing its figure on the back ground of the "crimson sky," amid the pricks of nettles' But the merits which possibly have had most weight in the public estimation of the poem, are the melody... | |
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