The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe, with Original Memoir. Illustrated by F. R. Pickersgill, J. Tenniel, Birket Foster, Etc1866 |
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... death upon her eyes . F. R. PICKERSGILL .. W. J. Linton . 8 The sweet Lenore hath " gone before , " with Hope , that flew beside , Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride . FELIX DARLEY .... J. Cooper 10 THE ...
... death upon her eyes . F. R. PICKERSGILL .. W. J. Linton . 8 The sweet Lenore hath " gone before , " with Hope , that flew beside , Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride . FELIX DARLEY .... J. Cooper 10 THE ...
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... Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone . The waves have now a redder glow- The hours are breathing faint and low . JASPER CROPSEY W. J. Linton . 74 JASPER CROPSEY . . . W. J. Linton . 76 View of Rome . Heard I ...
... Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone . The waves have now a redder glow- The hours are breathing faint and low . JASPER CROPSEY W. J. Linton . 74 JASPER CROPSEY . . . W. J. Linton . 76 View of Rome . Heard I ...
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... death of Mr. Allan , shortly after , in 1834 , the name of his adopted son , who it was supposed would have inherited all his wealth , was not mentioned in his will . On leaving the house of his benefactor for the last time , Poe was ...
... death of Mr. Allan , shortly after , in 1834 , the name of his adopted son , who it was supposed would have inherited all his wealth , was not mentioned in his will . On leaving the house of his benefactor for the last time , Poe was ...
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... death of his wife he formed an intimacy with an accomplished literary lady of Rhode Island , a widow , and was engaged to be married to her . It was to her that he addressed the poem " Annabel Lee ; " the day was appointed for their ...
... death of his wife he formed an intimacy with an accomplished literary lady of Rhode Island , a widow , and was engaged to be married to her . It was to her that he addressed the poem " Annabel Lee ; " the day was appointed for their ...
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... death the innocence that died , and died so young ? " Peccavimus ; but rave not thus ! and let a Sabbath song Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong ! The sweet Lenore hath " gone before , " with Hope , that flew beside ...
... death the innocence that died , and died so young ? " Peccavimus ; but rave not thus ! and let a Sabbath song Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong ! The sweet Lenore hath " gone before , " with Hope , that flew beside ...
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Page 1 - 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 4 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a...
Page 7 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Page 4 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore, Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
Page 2 - 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 39 - 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 39 - 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 58 - 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 6 - 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! 100 Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 31 - With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar!