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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature 4 0 Browse Search
Bliss Perry, The American spirit in lierature: a chronicle of great interpreters 4 0 Browse Search
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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature, Chapter 8: the Southern influence---Whitman (search)
tion of his poems; and they produced no very distinct impression on the audience until Poe began to read the maiden's song in the second part. Already his tones had been softening to a finer melody than at first, and when he came to the verses:--Ligeia! Ligeia My beautiful one! Whose harshest idea Will to melody run, Oh! is it thy will On the breezes to toss? Or capriciously still, Like the lone albatross, Incumbent on night (As she on the air) To keep watch with delight On the harmony therLigeia My beautiful one! Whose harshest idea Will to melody run, Oh! is it thy will On the breezes to toss? Or capriciously still, Like the lone albatross, Incumbent on night (As she on the air) To keep watch with delight On the harmony there? his voice seemed attenuated to the faintest golden thread; the audience became hushed, and, as it were, breathless; there seemed no life in the hall but his; and every syllable was accentuated with such delicacy, and sustained with such sweetness, as I never heard equaled by other lips. When the lyric ended, it was like the ceasing of the gypsy's chant in Browning's Flight of the Duchess; and I remember nothing more, except that in walking back to Cambridge my comrades and I felt that we had