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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... sweet little girl of seven years . The young poet was recalled to Richmond on ac- count of the serious illness of his benefactress , Mrs. Allan . But before he arrived the good lady had left the world which she had adorned by her many ...
... sweet little girl of seven years . The young poet was recalled to Richmond on ac- count of the serious illness of his benefactress , Mrs. Allan . But before he arrived the good lady had left the world which she had adorned by her many ...
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... sweet sleep of night , When the winds are breathing low And the stars are shining bright . I arise from dreams of thee , And a spirit in my feet Has led me- who knows how ? - To thy chamber - window , sweet ! The wandering airs they ...
... sweet sleep of night , When the winds are breathing low And the stars are shining bright . I arise from dreams of thee , And a spirit in my feet Has led me- who knows how ? - To thy chamber - window , sweet ! The wandering airs they ...
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... sweet dreams of one beloved to bathe in the aromatic air of a southern midsummer night . One of the finest poems by Willis — the very best , in my opinion , which he has ever written - has , no doubt through this same defect of undue ...
... sweet dreams of one beloved to bathe in the aromatic air of a southern midsummer night . One of the finest poems by Willis — the very best , in my opinion , which he has ever written - has , no doubt through this same defect of undue ...
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... sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love , Deep as first love , and wild with all regret . Oh , Death in Life ! the days that are no more . Thus , although in a very cursory and imperfect ...
... sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love , Deep as first love , and wild with all regret . Oh , Death in Life ! the days that are no more . Thus , although in a very cursory and imperfect ...
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... sweet Lenore hath " gone before , " with Hope , that flew beside , Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride ! For her , the fair and debonair , that now so lowly lies , The life upon her yellow hair , but not ...
... sweet Lenore hath " gone before , " with Hope , that flew beside , Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride ! For her , the fair and debonair , that now so lowly lies , The life upon her yellow hair , but not ...
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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?