Life and PoemsW.J. Widdleton, 1879 - 305 стор. |
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... Virginia Military Institute , and Andrew Johnston , Esq . , of Richmond , for their reminiscences of Poe as a schoolboy ; to Mr. Wil- liam Wertenbaker , Librarian of the University of Virginia , and to Neilson Poe , Esq . , for details ...
... Virginia Military Institute , and Andrew Johnston , Esq . , of Richmond , for their reminiscences of Poe as a schoolboy ; to Mr. Wil- liam Wertenbaker , Librarian of the University of Virginia , and to Neilson Poe , Esq . , for details ...
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... Virginia , adopted Rosalie , who was the youngest of the children . Henry , the eldest , was taken to Baltimore and educated by his godfather , Mr. Henry Didier , whose counting- room he subsequently entered . He was very clever , but ...
... Virginia , adopted Rosalie , who was the youngest of the children . Henry , the eldest , was taken to Baltimore and educated by his godfather , Mr. Henry Didier , whose counting- room he subsequently entered . He was very clever , but ...
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... Virginia ; thither went the planter from South Carolina , Mississippi , and Louisiana ; the business and professional man from New Orleans , Charleston , and Richmond , and gentlemen of fortune from the whole South , taking with them ...
... Virginia ; thither went the planter from South Carolina , Mississippi , and Louisiana ; the business and professional man from New Orleans , Charleston , and Richmond , and gentlemen of fortune from the whole South , taking with them ...
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... Virginia ) , now an Episcopal clergyman in New York ; Peter V. Daniel , Jr .; John Forbes ; Nathaniel and William Howard ; John Brokenborough , son of Judge B .; and Col- onel John S. L. Preston , of the Virginia Military Institute ...
... Virginia ) , now an Episcopal clergyman in New York ; Peter V. Daniel , Jr .; John Forbes ; Nathaniel and William Howard ; John Brokenborough , son of Judge B .; and Col- onel John S. L. Preston , of the Virginia Military Institute ...
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Edgar Allan Poe. yers of Virginia . He was killed at the fall of the Capitol in Richmond , April , 1870 . At the close of the summer session of 1823 , Professor Clarke removed from Richmond . Upon this occasion , young Howard wrote a ...
Edgar Allan Poe. yers of Virginia . He was killed at the fall of the Capitol in Richmond , April , 1870 . At the close of the summer session of 1823 , Professor Clarke removed from Richmond . Upon this occasion , young Howard wrote a ...
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Сторінка 151 - 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 delight...
Сторінка 159 - In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace— Radiant palace— reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there; Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
Сторінка 281 - Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, — Over the brink of it, Picture it — think of it, Dissolute Man ! Lave in it, drink of it Then, if you can...
Сторінка 156 - 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.
Сторінка 257 - O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last!
Сторінка 134 - 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
Сторінка 304 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Сторінка 280 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night.
Сторінка 171 - By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule — From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE — out of TIME.
Сторінка 178 - Thank Heaven! the crisis, The danger, is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last — And the fever called "Living" Is conquered at last. Sadly, I know I am shorn of my strength. And no muscle I move As I lie at full length — But no matter! — I feel I am better at length. And I rest so composedly, Now, in my bed, That any beholder Might fancy me dead — Might start at beholding me, Thinking me dead. The moaning and groaning. The sighing and sobbing, Are quieted now, With that horrible...