Now when fantastic visions fill the air, Sorrow surrenders to a dull despair.
Spell-bound, they gather far and near to scan The weird senescence of that wondrous man.
The end releases other men from strife, His fate is ceaseless toil and deathless life.
--Here I opened wide the door
-- Darkness there, and nothing more.
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Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round.
I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech.
Home of Edward A. Diebolt, 117 West Humboldt Parkway.
Comrades,' said Gargantua to his men, 'I hear the enemies' horse-feet ; let us rally and close here, then set forward in order, and by this means we shall be able to receive their charge, to their loss and our honour.
In vain they offer wine, with drunken jest
The Judgement Day! He hears the trumpet's blast
I saw Epictetus there most gallantly apparelled after the French fashion, sitting under a pleasant arbour, with store of handsome gentle-women, making good cheer.
Samuel W. Hippler: Editor and Writer. Sunday Editor of the Buffalo Times and Editor of Norman E. Mack's Illustrated Sunday Magazine
Prescription written by Dr. Frances Proctor Ames, undated
Statue of Oliver Perry at the "Front" overlooking Lake Erie.
Tell me truly, I implore-- Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!
Gates Circle.
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Home of Sylvanus B. Nye, 166 North Lincoln Boulevard, Nye Park Section.
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But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore!
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-- Nameless here for evermore.
'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting.
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted--nevermore!
Secure he stands, and fearless gazes round, Where arrows fall and corpses strew the ground.
[Unknown]
The War Against Gibeon
Solomon
The Crucifixion
The Ascension
The Prodigal Son
The Deluge
Daniel
The Return Of The Ark
The Last Supper
Baruch
Isaiah
The Flagellation
The Betrayal
The Nativity
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-- Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Hands of Ignacy Paderewski
Szymon Goldberg
On thro' the storm he speeds, 'midst drowning cries, Whilst helpless vessels sink before his eyes.
[Unknown]
Home of John P. Jordan, 1 Middlesex Road, Nye Park Section.
Mail art no. 88
The Murder Of Abel
The Burial Of Jesus
Samson And Delilah
Paul's Shipwreck
The Agony In The Garden
The Expulsion From The Garden
The Destruction Of Sodom
The Death Of Samson
Naomi And Her Daughters-In-Law
The Burial Of Sarah
Noah Cursing Ham
Eliezer And Rebekah
Hagar In The Wilderess
Close Of The Crucifixion
Paul At Ephesus
The Expulsion Of Hagar
Saul's Conversion
The Martyrdom Of St. Stephen
The Tower Of Babel
The Journey To Emmaus
The Angel At The Sepulcher
The Deliverance Of St. Peter
Moses In The Bulrushes
The Death Of Absalom
Jephthah Met By His Daughter
Ruth And Boaz
The Prophet Amos
The Good Samaritan
The Widow's Mite
Christ In The Synagogue
The Dumb Man Possessed
The Massacre Of The Innocents
Sermon On The Mount
The Flight Into Egypt
The Star In The East
The Judgment Of Solomon
Daniel In The Lion's Den
Belshazzar's Feast
The Fiery Furnace
The Vision Of Ezekiel
Ezekiel Prophesying
Arrival Of The Samaritan At The Inn
The Pharisee And The Publican
Mary Magdalene
Saul And David
Death Of Saul
The Resurrection Of Lazarus
Death Of Jezebel
Lazarus And The Rich Man
'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
