Selections from the Southern PoetsWilliam Lander Weber Macmillan, 1903 - 221 Seiten |
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... Arms and the Man " PRESTON . 1. A Grave in Hollywood Cemetery , Rich- mond 2. The Mystery of Cro - a - tàn NOTES INDEX TO NOTES 182 184 · 191 219 INTRODUCTION BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES EDGAR ALLAN POE In the beginning of X CONTENTS.
... Arms and the Man " PRESTON . 1. A Grave in Hollywood Cemetery , Rich- mond 2. The Mystery of Cro - a - tàn NOTES INDEX TO NOTES 182 184 · 191 219 INTRODUCTION BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES EDGAR ALLAN POE In the beginning of X CONTENTS.
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... arm of service he was on duty in Boston , near Charles- ton , and at Fortress Monroe . While at Fort Moultrie he became familiar with the scenes he afterward used in the Gold Bug . That he was diligent in his atten- tion to duty is ...
... arm of service he was on duty in Boston , near Charles- ton , and at Fortress Monroe . While at Fort Moultrie he became familiar with the scenes he afterward used in the Gold Bug . That he was diligent in his atten- tion to duty is ...
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... . But war took the young tutor from books to arms . In April , 1861 , a member of the Macon Volunteers , he went to Virginia as part of the Second Georgia Battalion . Together with his brother Clifford he took part INTRODUCTION xxvii.
... . But war took the young tutor from books to arms . In April , 1861 , a member of the Macon Volunteers , he went to Virginia as part of the Second Georgia Battalion . Together with his brother Clifford he took part INTRODUCTION xxvii.
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... arms , A soft dolce were wrapped in , not dreaming of harms , When fierce yells , as if borne on some fiend - ridden rout , With strange cheer after cheer , are heard echoing with- out , 30 Over which , like the blast of ten trumpeters ...
... arms , A soft dolce were wrapped in , not dreaming of harms , When fierce yells , as if borne on some fiend - ridden rout , With strange cheer after cheer , are heard echoing with- out , 30 Over which , like the blast of ten trumpeters ...
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... arms and kiss showering on kiss , Broke the rude bruit of battle , the rush thick and fast Of the Britons made ' ware of our rash ruse at last ; So we haste to our coursers , yet flying , we fling The old watch - words abroad , " Down ...
... arms and kiss showering on kiss , Broke the rude bruit of battle , the rush thick and fast Of the Britons made ' ware of our rash ruse at last ; So we haste to our coursers , yet flying , we fling The old watch - words abroad , " Down ...
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Advance the flag ALEXANDER BEAUFORT MEEK angels Annabel Lee arms to arms beauty bells brave breast breath bright Carolina charms chose thee cloud dark dead death doth dream earth EDGAR ALLAN POE Edited EDWARD COATE PINKNEY eyes flag of Dixie floats Florence Vane Furl glory golden grave gray gwine hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Timrod hills of Georgia hills of Habersham IRWIN RUSSELL Israfel King land Lenore light Lily marshes of Glynn MOCKING BIRD moonlight song never Nevermore night o'er Poe's poem poet Raven Read red old hills RICHARD HENRY WILDE river roll shades shine Sidney Lanier sigh silence sing skies sleep smile soft song soul sound Southern springs star-spangled banner stars stream sweet swells tears tell Terra-re thine thou Ulalume valleys of Hall verse voice wave we's wing wondering woods youth ΙΟ
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Seite 27 - 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, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Seite 11 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, "weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door : Only this and nothing more.
Seite 16 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Seite 7 - And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king.
Seite 12 - And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me — with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So that now, to still the beating of my heart. I stood repeating " "Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. This it is, and nothing more.
Seite 15 - But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour, Nothing further then he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered, Till I scarcely more than muttered, — "Other friends have flown before; On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.
Seite 94 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Seite 27 - The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know. In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night. Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Seite 95 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Seite 19 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door...