Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ...H. Vizetelly, 1852 - 479 стор. |
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... WITH TWENTY - SIX ENGRAVINGS ON WOOD The Gold - Beetle , page 22 . LONDON : PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY HENRY VIZETELLY , GOUGH SQUARE , FLEET STREET . MDCCCLII . 249.6.456 . Prospertus . CHARLES LAMB , in one of his admirable.
... WITH TWENTY - SIX ENGRAVINGS ON WOOD The Gold - Beetle , page 22 . LONDON : PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY HENRY VIZETELLY , GOUGH SQUARE , FLEET STREET . MDCCCLII . 249.6.456 . Prospertus . CHARLES LAMB , in one of his admirable.
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... BEETLE , STARTLING EFFECTS OF MESMERISM ON A DYING MAN , 47 A DESCENT INTO THE MAELSTRÖM , 58 THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE , 80 THE MYSTERY OF MARIE ROGET , 122 • THE PURLOINED LETTER , 175 196 212 THE PREMATURE BURIAL , SOME WORDS ...
... BEETLE , STARTLING EFFECTS OF MESMERISM ON A DYING MAN , 47 A DESCENT INTO THE MAELSTRÖM , 58 THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE , 80 THE MYSTERY OF MARIE ROGET , 122 • THE PURLOINED LETTER , 175 196 212 THE PREMATURE BURIAL , SOME WORDS ...
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... esteem of the love of his species ; only the hard wish to succeed - not shine , not serve— succeed , that he might have the right to despise a world which galled his self - conceit . 1 . TALES OF MYSTERY . The Gold - Beetle xxiv MEMOIR .
... esteem of the love of his species ; only the hard wish to succeed - not shine , not serve— succeed , that he might have the right to despise a world which galled his self - conceit . 1 . TALES OF MYSTERY . The Gold - Beetle xxiv MEMOIR .
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Edgar Allan Poe. 1 . TALES OF MYSTERY . The Gold - Beetle . What ho ! what ho ! this fellow is dancing mad He hath been bitten by the Tarantula . All in the Wrong . MANY years ago , I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. Wil- liam Legrand ...
Edgar Allan Poe. 1 . TALES OF MYSTERY . The Gold - Beetle . What ho ! what ho ! this fellow is dancing mad He hath been bitten by the Tarantula . All in the Wrong . MANY years ago , I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. Wil- liam Legrand ...
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... the reverses of the family , but who could be in- duced , neither by threats nor by promises , to abandon what he considered his right of attendance upon the It is not im- footsteps of his young " Massa 2 THE GOLD - BEETLE .
... the reverses of the family , but who could be in- duced , neither by threats nor by promises , to abandon what he considered his right of attendance upon the It is not im- footsteps of his young " Massa 2 THE GOLD - BEETLE .
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Сторінка 223 - 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.
Сторінка 236 - 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 225 - 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.
Сторінка 228 - 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!
Сторінка 231 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ; How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Сторінка 240 - 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 236 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child. In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Сторінка 232 - 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; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, — By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells, Of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — In...
Сторінка 230 - 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; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme. To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells,— From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Сторінка 241 - I dwelt alone In a world of moan, And my soul was a stagnant tide, Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride — Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride. Ah, less — less bright The stars of the night Than the eyes of the radiant girl ! And never a flake That the vapor can make With the moon-tints of purple and pearl, Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl — Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl. Now...