The tales and poems of Edgar Allan Poe, with biogr. essay by J.H. Ingram, Volume 41884 |
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... all . The other four brothers were all strong , well - built men , too , although not to be compared with John . Poindexter was as tall , but very gaunt , and of a singularly fierce appearance 18 THE JOURNAL OF JULIUS RODMAN .
... all . The other four brothers were all strong , well - built men , too , although not to be compared with John . Poindexter was as tall , but very gaunt , and of a singularly fierce appearance 18 THE JOURNAL OF JULIUS RODMAN .
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Edgar Allan Poe. but very gaunt , and of a singularly fierce appearance ; but , like his elder brother , he was of peaceable demeanour . All of them were experienced hunters and capital shots . They had gladly accepted Pierre's offer to ...
Edgar Allan Poe. but very gaunt , and of a singularly fierce appearance ; but , like his elder brother , he was of peaceable demeanour . All of them were experienced hunters and capital shots . They had gladly accepted Pierre's offer to ...
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... appearance , washing up among the willows and cotton - wood on one side , and rushing , with a bold volume , by the sharp cliffs on the other . As I looked up the stream ( which here stretched away to the westward , until the waters ...
... appearance , washing up among the willows and cotton - wood on one side , and rushing , with a bold volume , by the sharp cliffs on the other . As I looked up the stream ( which here stretched away to the westward , until the waters ...
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... appearance as we passed it , being situated at the foot of a lofty bluff , full two hundred feet high , and jutting somewhat over the stream . We could not distinctly perceive the depth of the cavern , but it was about sixteen or seven ...
... appearance as we passed it , being situated at the foot of a lofty bluff , full two hundred feet high , and jutting somewhat over the stream . We could not distinctly perceive the depth of the cavern , but it was about sixteen or seven ...
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... appearance of the soil , which had apparently been sub- jected to the violent action of water . * We stayed at this spot the rest of the day , having made altogether twenty miles . August 15. To - day we had a heavy , disagreeable head ...
... appearance of the soil , which had apparently been sub- jected to the violent action of water . * We stayed at this spot the rest of the day , having made altogether twenty miles . August 15. To - day we had a heavy , disagreeable head ...
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Page 223 - 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 232 - Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels ! In the silence of the night How we .shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.
Page 212 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. "Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily, "Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home ? "Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother?
Page 234 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...
Page 241 - 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 231 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 212 - 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 230 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future...
Page 307 - ... That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! Israfel And the angel Israfel, whose heart-strings are a lute, and who has the sweetest...
Page 257 - Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie.