Life and PoemsW.J. Widdleton, 1879 - 305 pages |
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... stanzas , and is headed " To " It has never been reprinted in full , but the third stanza contains the germ of " A Dream within a Dream . " I have failed to discover that this volume attracted any attention either in Baltimore or ...
... stanzas , and is headed " To " It has never been reprinted in full , but the third stanza contains the germ of " A Dream within a Dream . " I have failed to discover that this volume attracted any attention either in Baltimore or ...
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... stanza , not a line , not a word was changed ; as it was first printed in The American Review , so it has ever been printed . The author was satisfied with his work . 66 The Raven " established Poe's fame as the most origi- nal poet of ...
... stanza , not a line , not a word was changed ; as it was first printed in The American Review , so it has ever been printed . The author was satisfied with his work . 66 The Raven " established Poe's fame as the most origi- nal poet of ...
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... stanzas of " Ulalume , " says : " These to many will appear only words , but what wondrous words ! What a spell they wield ! What a weird unity there is in them ! instant they are uttered , a misty picture , with a tarn , dark as a ...
... stanzas of " Ulalume , " says : " These to many will appear only words , but what wondrous words ! What a spell they wield ! What a weird unity there is in them ! instant they are uttered , a misty picture , with a tarn , dark as a ...
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... stanzas of her beautiful and touching monody en- titled " The Portrait of Poe , " and then judge whether any woman could thus write of the man who had grossly insulted ( as has been alleged ) the dearest and most sensi- tive feelings of ...
... stanzas of her beautiful and touching monody en- titled " The Portrait of Poe , " and then judge whether any woman could thus write of the man who had grossly insulted ( as has been alleged ) the dearest and most sensi- tive feelings of ...
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... , after Poe's death . The former , consisting at first of only two short stanzas , was left with the editor of The Magazine in July , 1849 , when the poet stopped in Philadelphia on his way to I 20 LIFE OF EDGAR A. POE .
... , after Poe's death . The former , consisting at first of only two short stanzas , was left with the editor of The Magazine in July , 1849 , when the poet stopped in Philadelphia on his way to I 20 LIFE OF EDGAR A. POE .
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Page 151 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 159 - 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.
Page 281 - Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, — Over the brink of it, Picture it — think of it, Dissolute Man ! Lave in it, drink of it Then, if you can...
Page 156 - 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.
Page 257 - O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last!
Page 134 - 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 304 - 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!
Page 280 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night.
Page 171 - By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule — From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE — out of TIME.
Page 178 - Thank Heaven! the crisis, The danger, is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last — And the fever called "Living" Is conquered at last. Sadly, I know I am shorn of my strength. And no muscle I move As I lie at full length — But no matter! — I feel I am better at length. And I rest so composedly, Now, in my bed, That any beholder Might fancy me dead — Might start at beholding me, Thinking me dead. The moaning and groaning. The sighing and sobbing, Are quieted now, With that horrible...