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... JAMES HANNAY , Esq . TWENTY ILLUSTRATIONS ERT , JAMES GODWIN , F. W. HULME , AND HARRISON WEIR . BODI 1150 LONDON : ND CO . 21 OLD BOND STREET . MDCCCLIII . 280. S. 111 . J 1 1 THE RAVEN . DALZIE Page 1 .
... JAMES HANNAY , Esq . TWENTY ILLUSTRATIONS ERT , JAMES GODWIN , F. W. HULME , AND HARRISON WEIR . BODI 1150 LONDON : ND CO . 21 OLD BOND STREET . MDCCCLIII . 280. S. 111 . J 1 1 THE RAVEN . DALZIE Page 1 .
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... JAMES HANNAY , Esq . WITH TWENTY ILLUSTRATIONS BY E. H. WEHNERT , JAMES GODWIN , F. W. HULME , AND HARRISON WEIR . LONDON : MDCCCLIII . 280. S. 1/1 . LONDON : Printed by G. BARCLAY , Castle St. Leicester. ADDEY AND CO . 21 OLD BOND STREET .
... JAMES HANNAY , Esq . WITH TWENTY ILLUSTRATIONS BY E. H. WEHNERT , JAMES GODWIN , F. W. HULME , AND HARRISON WEIR . LONDON : MDCCCLIII . 280. S. 1/1 . LONDON : Printed by G. BARCLAY , Castle St. Leicester. ADDEY AND CO . 21 OLD BOND STREET .
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... JAMES GODWIN 11 F. W. HULME 16 TO HELEN JAMES GODWIN 19 THE BELLS HARRISON WEIR 33 EULALIE JAMES GODWIN 41 THE SLEEPER JAMES GODWIN 48 DREAM - LAND JAMES GODWIN 56 ELDORADO JAMES GODWIN 59 ISRAFEL . JAMES GODWIN 64 ROME .. F. W. HULME ...
... JAMES GODWIN 11 F. W. HULME 16 TO HELEN JAMES GODWIN 19 THE BELLS HARRISON WEIR 33 EULALIE JAMES GODWIN 41 THE SLEEPER JAMES GODWIN 48 DREAM - LAND JAMES GODWIN 56 ELDORADO JAMES GODWIN 59 ISRAFEL . JAMES GODWIN 64 ROME .. F. W. HULME ...
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... this American Poet , -and with three - times - three from a select band of his admirers , he is now launched on the English public ! LONDON , November , 1852 . JAMES HANNAY . TO THE NOBLEST OF HER SEX , - TO THE XXX EDGAR ALLAN POE .
... this American Poet , -and with three - times - three from a select band of his admirers , he is now launched on the English public ! LONDON , November , 1852 . JAMES HANNAY . TO THE NOBLEST OF HER SEX , - TO THE XXX EDGAR ALLAN POE .
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Al Aaraaf Aless ALLAN amid ANNABEL LEE Auber Baldazzar beautiful bells bird breath Bridal Ballad bust Castiglione chamber door dead dear Dian death didst died dim lake dost dream Earth Edgar EDGAR ALLAN POE Edgar Poe enwritten F. W. HULME feel fell flowers FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD friends garden genius glory golden happy happy flowers HARRISON WEIR hath hear heart heaven holy Hope human Israfel Jacinta JAMES GODWIN lake of Auber Lalage length-after light lone maiden melancholy melody moon mother never Nevermore night o'er passion Poe's poems poet poetry Politian Quoth the Raven rolls Rome Runic rhyme seraph sere shadow sigh Silence skies smile sorrow soul speak spirit stars strange sure sweet thee thine eyes things thirst thou art throne tinkle Ulalume unto upturned faces violet voice wave wild wind wing words youth
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Seite 6 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. 'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!
Seite 3 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
Seite 40 - 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. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Seite 7 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Seite 5 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
Seite 7 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Seite 5 - 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 6 - Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.' 'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Seite xxxii - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
Seite xxxii - 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.