Tales of Mystery, Imagination, & Humour: And PoemsH. Vizetelly, 1852 - 256 стор. |
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... looked- And in an instant all things disappeared . ( Ah , bear in mind this garden was enchanted ! ) The pearly lustre of the moon went out : The mossy banks and the meandering paths , The happy flowers and the repining trees , Were ...
... looked- And in an instant all things disappeared . ( Ah , bear in mind this garden was enchanted ! ) The pearly lustre of the moon went out : The mossy banks and the meandering paths , The happy flowers and the repining trees , Were ...
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... looked repose or shot fiery tumult into theirs who listened , while his own face glowed , or was changeless in pallor , as his imagination quickened his blood or drew it back frozen to his heart . His imagery was from the worlds which ...
... looked repose or shot fiery tumult into theirs who listened , while his own face glowed , or was changeless in pallor , as his imagination quickened his blood or drew it back frozen to his heart . His imagery was from the worlds which ...
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... looked for some in a drawer , but found none . " Never mind , " said he at length , " this will answer ; " and he drew from his waistcoat pocket a scrap of what I took to be very dirty foolscap , and made upon it a rough drawing with ...
... looked for some in a drawer , but found none . " Never mind , " said he at length , " this will answer ; " and he drew from his waistcoat pocket a scrap of what I took to be very dirty foolscap , and made upon it a rough drawing with ...
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... looked at the paper , and , to speak the truth , found myself not a little puzzled at what my friend had depicted . " Well ! " I said , after contemplating it for some minutes , " this is a strange scarabæus , I must con- fess : new to ...
... looked at the paper , and , to speak the truth , found myself not a little puzzled at what my friend had depicted . " Well ! " I said , after contemplating it for some minutes , " this is a strange scarabæus , I must con- fess : new to ...
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... looked mutely from his master to myself , and then from myself to his master . " the " Come ! we must go back , " said the latter ; game's not up yet ; " and he again led the way to the tulip - tree . 66 Jupiter , " said he , when we ...
... looked mutely from his master to myself , and then from myself to his master . " the " Come ! we must go back , " said the latter ; game's not up yet ; " and he again led the way to the tulip - tree . 66 Jupiter , " said he , when we ...
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altogether Annabel Lee appeared assassins Auguste Dupin Barrière du Roule Beauvais beetle bells blackguards boat body called catalepsy chamber character circumstances Commerciel committed corpse dark death's-head door doubt Dupin elopement endeavour escape Eustache evidence excitement eyes fact fancy feet fell Frenchman gang girl Gliddon hand head heard idea imagine immediately Jupiter known L'Etoile Legrand length letter limb looked Madame Deluc Madame l'Espanaye Marie Rogêt massa matter means mind minutes morning mummy murder mystery natural art nature nearly never night observed once ordinary ourang-outang outrage paper parchment Paris period person police Ponnonner prefect purloined letter question Quoth the Raven replied river Rue des Drômes Rue Morgue scarabæus scarcely scene seemed skull soul stereotomy struggle Sullivan's Island Sunday suppose sure suspicion thicket thing thought thrown tion torn traces tulip-tree Valdemar voice whole words
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Сторінка 229 - Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Сторінка 228 - 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 232 - 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 216 - Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping; and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you.
Сторінка 229 - With a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago. In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me.
Сторінка 216 - Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before 'Surely...
Сторінка 169 - When I wish to find out how wise, or how stupid, or how good, or how wicked is any one, or what are his thoughts at the moment, I fashion the expression of my face as accurately as possible in accordance with the expression of his, and then wait to see what thoughts or sentiments arise in my mind or heart, as if to match or correspond with the expression.
Сторінка 227 - She revels in a region of sighs: She has seen that the tears are not dry on These cheeks, where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of the Lion To point us the path to the skies To the Lethean peace of the skies Come up, in despite of the Lion, To shine on us with her bright eyes Come up through the lair of the Lion, With love in her luminous eyes.
Сторінка 218 - But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking, "Nevermore.
Сторінка 218 - But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'Other friends have flown before On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.