Poems of Edgar Allan Poe: With MemoirThomas Y. Crowell & Company, 1882 - 196 стор. This book is a collection of Poe's most famous poems as well as essays on poetry. A memoir is included in introduction. Poems include ''The Raven, '' ''A Dream Within a Dream, '' ''Al Aaraaf'' and ''Lenore.'' |
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... fair cousin Virginia ; and did all in his power to educate her . Many of the most effective produc- tions of his muse were inspired by her beauty and worth . Poe became the editor of the Messenger at the end of the year 1835 , and its ...
... fair cousin Virginia ; and did all in his power to educate her . Many of the most effective produc- tions of his muse were inspired by her beauty and worth . Poe became the editor of the Messenger at the end of the year 1835 , and its ...
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... fair Was walking in her pride . Alone walked she , but viewlessly Walked spirits at her side . Peace charmed the street beneath her feet , And Honor charmed the air , And all astir looked kind on her , And called her good as fair ; For ...
... fair Was walking in her pride . Alone walked she , but viewlessly Walked spirits at her side . Peace charmed the street beneath her feet , And Honor charmed the air , And all astir looked kind on her , And called her good as fair ; For ...
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... fair , that , like the air ' Tis less of earth than heaven . Her every tone is music's own , Like those of morning birds , And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words ; The coinage of her heart are they , And from her lips ...
... fair , that , like the air ' Tis less of earth than heaven . Her every tone is music's own , Like those of morning birds , And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words ; The coinage of her heart are they , And from her lips ...
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... Fair Ines " had always , for me , an inexpressible charm : — Oh , saw ye not fair Ines ? She's gone into the West , To dazzle when the sun is down , And rob the world of rest . She took our daylight with her , The smiles that we love ...
... Fair Ines " had always , for me , an inexpressible charm : — Oh , saw ye not fair Ines ? She's gone into the West , To dazzle when the sun is down , And rob the world of rest . She took our daylight with her , The smiles that we love ...
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... fair Ines ! That vessel never bore So fair a lady on its deck , Nor danced so light before . Alas for pleasure on the sea And sorrow on the shore ! The smile that blest one lover's heart Has broken many more ! " The Haunted House , " by ...
... fair Ines ! That vessel never bore So fair a lady on its deck , Nor danced so light before . Alas for pleasure on the sea And sorrow on the shore ! The smile that blest one lover's heart Has broken many more ! " The Haunted House , " by ...
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Сторінка 186 - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. 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 31 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the...
Сторінка 51 - 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 64 - 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 41 - Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly.
Сторінка 87 - Up many and many a marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down.
Сторінка 81 - 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.
Сторінка 100 - The trembling living wire Of those unusual strings. But the skies that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty, Where Love's a grown-up God, Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star.
Сторінка 53 - Lenore": Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore: Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore: Tis the wind and nothing more.
Сторінка 42 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other?