The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, Volume 3Redfield, 1857 |
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... Memoir BY RUFUS WILMOT GRISWOLD AND NOTICES OF HIS LIFE AND GENIUS BY N. P. WILLIS AND J. R. LOWELL IN FOUR VOLUMES III . THE LITERATI REDFIELD 34 BEEKMAN STREET , NEW YORK 1857 อ 811-3 87418 V.3 ENTERE According to Act of Congress ,
... Memoir BY RUFUS WILMOT GRISWOLD AND NOTICES OF HIS LIFE AND GENIUS BY N. P. WILLIS AND J. R. LOWELL IN FOUR VOLUMES III . THE LITERATI REDFIELD 34 BEEKMAN STREET , NEW YORK 1857 อ 811-3 87418 V.3 ENTERE According to Act of Congress ,
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... volume entitled " Rome as Seen by a New Yorker , " a good title to a good book . The endeavor to convey Rome only by those impressions which would naturally be made upon an American , gives the work a certain air of originality- the ...
... volume entitled " Rome as Seen by a New Yorker , " a good title to a good book . The endeavor to convey Rome only by those impressions which would naturally be made upon an American , gives the work a certain air of originality- the ...
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... volume , and itself concludes with an exceedingly vigorous stanza , putting me not a little in mind of Campbell in his best days . " O'er all the silent sky A dark and scowling frown— But darker scowled each eye When all resolved to die ...
... volume , and itself concludes with an exceedingly vigorous stanza , putting me not a little in mind of Campbell in his best days . " O'er all the silent sky A dark and scowling frown— But darker scowled each eye When all resolved to die ...
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... volume of refer- ence , ever at the service of that class of legislators who are too lofty - minded to burden their memories with mere business par- ticulars or matters of fact . Of late years the energy of his cha- racter appears to ...
... volume of refer- ence , ever at the service of that class of legislators who are too lofty - minded to burden their memories with mere business par- ticulars or matters of fact . Of late years the energy of his cha- racter appears to ...
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... volume entitled " Additions to the Memoirs of Silvio Pellico , " containing numerous anecdotes of the captivity not re- corded in Pellico's work , and an " Essay on the Classic and Ro- mantic Schools , " the author proposing to divide ...
... volume entitled " Additions to the Memoirs of Silvio Pellico , " containing numerous anecdotes of the captivity not re- corded in Pellico's work , and an " Essay on the Classic and Ro- mantic Schools , " the author proposing to divide ...
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Page 294 - 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 559 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 310 - So live, that when thy summons comes, to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 311 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Page 274 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 54 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 168 - 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 168 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost.
Page 233 - He acts upon the principle that if a thing is worth doing at all it is worth doing well: — and the thing that he "does" especially well is the public.
Page 304 - FULL knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing : Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year, you must not die ; You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year, you shall not die.