Valentine Wolfe piosenki

She was a child- I was a child In that kingdom by the sea How cruelly then she was taken from me My beautiful Annabel Lee When death came in to steal her from me I tried to put up a fight I was no match for that figure cloaked in black And I los...

Ligeia! Ligeia! My beautiful one Whose harshest idea Will to melody run O! 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 ha...

Hour after hour would I linger by her side and dwell upon the music of her voice until at length its melody was tainted with a terror and a shadow right there fell upon my soul I am dying, yet shall I live Her whom in life thou didst abhor In...

I. Thy soul shall find itself alone Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. II. Be silent in that solitude Which is not loneliness- for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life...

Thou wast all that to me, love For which my soul did pine A green isle in the sea, love A fountain and a shrine All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers And all the flowers were mine Ah, dream too bright to last Ah, starry hope, that didst ari...

I. Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline deli...

it was a crack, it was a fissure running down the facade the vacant eye-like windows reflecting agony inside an unredeemed dreariness of thought and sensation the hideous dropping off of the veil Not hear it? yes, I hear it! Yes, I have heard...

In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the less So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound And the tall pines that towered around But when the night had thrown her pall...

There are chords in the heart of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Seven rooms full of color Prisms of light fall on the revelers Outside the corridor a brazier of fire Projects its rays through the tinted glass Gigantic cl...

She was humble and obedient Sat meekly for weeks While the painter took glory in his work Went on from day to day She was a maiden of rarest beauty All light and smiles and frolicsome Loving and cherishing all things Hating the art as her rival...

His vulture eye is watching me And tempting me to sin What man could resist such devil bliss To give in to this mortal whim Madness winds around my mind Haunting me both day and night When the night comes black as pitch I’ll hear the groan of te...