The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe with a notice by J. Hannay1853 |
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... Wings until they trailed in the dust- In agony sobbed , letting sink her Plumes till they trailed in the dust— Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust . VII . I replied " This is nothing but dreaming : Let us on by this tremulous ...
... Wings until they trailed in the dust- In agony sobbed , letting sink her Plumes till they trailed in the dust— Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust . VII . I replied " This is nothing but dreaming : Let us on by this tremulous ...
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... formless things That shift the scenery to and fro , Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo ! III . That motley drama - oh , be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its Phantom chased for evermore , By a crowd 52 THE CONQUEROR WORM.
... formless things That shift the scenery to and fro , Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo ! III . That motley drama - oh , be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its Phantom chased for evermore , By a crowd 52 THE CONQUEROR WORM.
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... wings are dull realities ? How should he love thee ? or how deem thee wise , Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies , Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing ? Hast thou not dragged Diana ...
... wings are dull realities ? How should he love thee ? or how deem thee wise , Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies , Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing ? Hast thou not dragged Diana ...
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... wing Its way to heaven , from garden of a king : * " Clytia - the Chrysanthemum Peruvianum , or , to employ a better - known term , the turnsol , which turns continually towards the sun , covers itself , like Peru , the country from ...
... wing Its way to heaven , from garden of a king : * " Clytia - the Chrysanthemum Peruvianum , or , to employ a better - known term , the turnsol , which turns continually towards the sun , covers itself , like Peru , the country from ...
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... wings ; But , ah ! not so when thus , in realms on high , The eternal voice of God is passing by , And the red winds ... wing to other worlds another light ! Divulge the secrets of thy embassy To the proud orbs that twinkle - and so be ...
... wings ; But , ah ! not so when thus , in realms on high , The eternal voice of God is passing by , And the red winds ... wing to other worlds another light ! Divulge the secrets of thy embassy To the proud orbs that twinkle - and so be ...
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Page 6 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. 'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!
Page 3 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
Page 40 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in heaven above, 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...
Page 7 - 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!
Page 5 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
Page 7 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Page 5 - 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.
Page 6 - Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.' 'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Page xxxii - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
Page xxxii - And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "* Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.