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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... natural deaths . The sad bereavement of the children excited the sympathy of the citizens of Richmond . Mr. John Allan , a very rich merchant , adopted Edgar , while the little brother and sister were taken into the families of other ...
... natural deaths . The sad bereavement of the children excited the sympathy of the citizens of Richmond . Mr. John Allan , a very rich merchant , adopted Edgar , while the little brother and sister were taken into the families of other ...
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... natural manner is difficult only to him who should never meddle with it , -to the unnatural . It is but the result of writing with the understanding , or with the instinct , that the tone , in composition , should always be that which ...
... natural manner is difficult only to him who should never meddle with it , -to the unnatural . It is but the result of writing with the understanding , or with the instinct , that the tone , in composition , should always be that which ...
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... natural towers Of rock and forest , on the hills , - The dwindled hills ! -begirt with bowers , And spouting with a thousand rills . I spoke to her of power and pride , But mystically , -in such guise That she might deem it nought ...
... natural towers Of rock and forest , on the hills , - The dwindled hills ! -begirt with bowers , And spouting with a thousand rills . I spoke to her of power and pride , But mystically , -in such guise That she might deem it nought ...
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... natural suggestion might seem to be a forest , or the fields ; but it has always appeared to me that a close circumscription of space is abso- lutely necessary to the effect of insulated incident : it has the force of a frame to a ...
... natural suggestion might seem to be a forest , or the fields ; but it has always appeared to me that a close circumscription of space is abso- lutely necessary to the effect of insulated incident : it has the force of a frame to a ...
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... natural termination ; and so far there has been no overstepping of the limits of the real . But in subjects so handled , however skillfully , or with however vivid an array of incident , there is al- ways a certain hardness of nakedness ...
... natural termination ; and so far there has been no overstepping of the limits of the real . But in subjects so handled , however skillfully , or with however vivid an array of incident , there is al- ways a certain hardness of nakedness ...
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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?