The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With MemoirHomewood Publishing Company, 1902 - 256 Seiten |
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... deep hollow note of the church - bell , breaking each hour with sudden and sullen roar , upon the still- ness of the dusky atmosphere in which the fretted Gothic steeple lay imbedded and asleep . " Herc , in this dreamy place , Edgar ...
... deep hollow note of the church - bell , breaking each hour with sudden and sullen roar , upon the still- ness of the dusky atmosphere in which the fretted Gothic steeple lay imbedded and asleep . " Herc , in this dreamy place , Edgar ...
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... deep awe did it inspire ! The extensive en- closure was irregular in form , having many capricious recesses . Of these , three or four of • 11 " The a Jasness . the soi - d Character Sow but ascenden i , may wn char He , as it i irst to ...
... deep awe did it inspire ! The extensive en- closure was irregular in form , having many capricious recesses . Of these , three or four of • 11 " The a Jasness . the soi - d Character Sow but ascenden i , may wn char He , as it i irst to ...
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... deep sympathy for which the poor orphan yearned , he seems to have Not but what the impe- been utterly devoid . rious little fellow was indulged in what money could purchase , but the petting and spoiling which he still appears to have ...
... deep sympathy for which the poor orphan yearned , he seems to have Not but what the impe- been utterly devoid . rious little fellow was indulged in what money could purchase , but the petting and spoiling which he still appears to have ...
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... deep sense of gratitude for your frequent and ineffectual assistance and kindness . Through your influence Mr. White has been induced to employ me in assisting him with the editorial duties of his magazine , at a salary of five hun ...
... deep sense of gratitude for your frequent and ineffectual assistance and kindness . Through your influence Mr. White has been induced to employ me in assisting him with the editorial duties of his magazine , at a salary of five hun ...
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... deep prob- lems of the Universe , ' - that grand ' prose poem ' to which he devoted the last and most matured energies of his wonderful intellect . " Towards the close of this " most immemorial year , " this year in which he had lost ...
... deep prob- lems of the Universe , ' - that grand ' prose poem ' to which he devoted the last and most matured energies of his wonderful intellect . " Towards the close of this " most immemorial year , " this year in which he had lost ...
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Seite 160 - 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 159 - 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 147 - The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river : Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be...
Seite 156 - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger ; hesitating then no longer,
Seite 155 - Only this and nothing more." 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 181 - And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms, that move fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh - but smile no more.
Seite 175 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows...
Seite 137 - Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice.
Seite 177 - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Seite 140 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon — Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.