His throne shall become a seat of heavenly glory, His worthy sceptre from right will not dissever, His happy kingdom of faith shall perish never.
"A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume I."
R. Dodsley
Rich and honored shall be whoever The head of Hakon Jarl shall dissever!
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, 30 Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 35 And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling-my darling-my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea, 40 In her tomb by the sounding sea.
"Selections From Poe"
J. Montgomery Gambrill