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... feet behind him made him turn in time to see a fresh - faced little girl running down the long station , and looking as if she rather liked it . As she smiled , and waved her bag at him , he stopped and waited for her , saying to ...
... feet behind him made him turn in time to see a fresh - faced little girl running down the long station , and looking as if she rather liked it . As she smiled , and waved her bag at him , he stopped and waited for her , saying to ...
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... feet fell wounded sorely . 66 But , O wondrous transformation ! ' Twas no bird he saw before him , ' Twas a beautiful young woman , With the arrow in her bosom ! " When her blood tell on the planet . On Good Selections . 19.
... feet fell wounded sorely . 66 But , O wondrous transformation ! ' Twas no bird he saw before him , ' Twas a beautiful young woman , With the arrow in her bosom ! " When her blood tell on the planet . On Good Selections . 19.
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... feet , Pattering by night through the city street ! Each wolf that dies in the woodland brown Lives a spectre , and haunts the town . By square and market they slink and prowl , In lane and alley they leap and howl . All night they ...
... feet , Pattering by night through the city street ! Each wolf that dies in the woodland brown Lives a spectre , and haunts the town . By square and market they slink and prowl , In lane and alley they leap and howl . All night they ...
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... feet Sounds by night through the stormy street , Follow thou where the spectres glide ; Stand like Hope by the mother's side ; And be thyself the angel sent To shield the hapless and innocent . He giveth little who gives but tears , He ...
... feet Sounds by night through the stormy street , Follow thou where the spectres glide ; Stand like Hope by the mother's side ; And be thyself the angel sent To shield the hapless and innocent . He giveth little who gives but tears , He ...
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... feet , And the measured tread of the grenadiers Marching down to their boats on the shore . Then he climbed to the tower of the Church-- A moment only he feels the spell Of the place and the hour - the secret dread Of the lonely belfry ...
... feet , And the measured tread of the grenadiers Marching down to their boats on the shore . Then he climbed to the tower of the Church-- A moment only he feels the spell Of the place and the hour - the secret dread Of the lonely belfry ...
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Popular passages
Page 126 - 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 ! " Quoth the Raven,
Page 97 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells!
Page 129 - 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 ! " Quoth the Raven,
Page 95 - 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!
Page 27 - If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Page 126 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not...
Page 66 - And shook it forth with a royal will. ' Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Page 111 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 26 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea...
Page 67 - Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, but spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, over the face of the leader came ; the nobler nature within him stirred to life at that woman's deed and word. "Who touches a hair of yon gray head dies like a dog ! March on !