Poems of Edgar Allan Poe: With MemoirThis 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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... Spirits of the Dead , To A Dream , The Lake.- To To Helen , . Alone , The Philosophy of Composition , The Power of Words , 150 160 · 162 163 · 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 · 191 MEMOIR OF EDGAR ALLAN POE . ÖSTON has the honor. CONTENTS .
... Spirits of the Dead , To A Dream , The Lake.- To To Helen , . Alone , The Philosophy of Composition , The Power of Words , 150 160 · 162 163 · 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 · 191 MEMOIR OF EDGAR ALLAN POE . ÖSTON has the honor. CONTENTS .
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... spirit . No one who remembers that dark - eyed , dark - haired daughter of the South , -her face so ex- quisitely lovely , —her gentle , graceful demeanor , no one who has ever spent an hour in her society , but will indorse what I have ...
... spirit . No one who remembers that dark - eyed , dark - haired daughter of the South , -her face so ex- quisitely lovely , —her gentle , graceful demeanor , no one who has ever spent an hour in her society , but will indorse what I have ...
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... spirit - stirring ; but , in general , they have been too imponderous to stamp themselves deeply into the public attention ; and thus , as so many feathers of fancy , have been blown aloft only to be whistled down the wind . A ...
... spirit - stirring ; but , in general , they have been too imponderous to stamp themselves deeply into the public attention ; and thus , as so many feathers of fancy , have been blown aloft only to be whistled down the wind . A ...
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... spirit in my feet Has led me- who knows how ? - To thy chamber - window , sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark , the silent stream ; The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The nightingale's complaint , It ...
... spirit in my feet Has led me- who knows how ? - To thy chamber - window , sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark , the silent stream ; The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The nightingale's complaint , It ...
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... spirits at her side . Peace charmed the street beneath her feet , And Honor charmed the air , And all astir looked ... spirit quail : " Twixt Want and Scorn she walked forlorn , And nothing could avail . No mercy now can clear her brow ...
... spirits at her side . Peace charmed the street beneath her feet , And Honor charmed the air , And all astir looked ... spirit quail : " Twixt Want and Scorn she walked forlorn , And nothing could avail . No mercy now can clear her brow ...
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Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?