The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe, with Original Memoir. Illustrated by F. R. Pickersgill, J. Tenniel, Birket Foster, Etc1866 |
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... Give up thy soul to penitence , and pray ! Politian , it doth grieve me To see thee thus . Listen now - listen ! -the faintest sound , And yet the sweetest that ear ever heard ! A lady's voice ! -and sorrow in the tone ! Weep not ! oh ...
... Give up thy soul to penitence , and pray ! Politian , it doth grieve me To see thee thus . Listen now - listen ! -the faintest sound , And yet the sweetest that ear ever heard ! A lady's voice ! -and sorrow in the tone ! Weep not ! oh ...
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... gives us no insight into the secret of his melodious notes . Some of the great modern poets have had their whole lives exposed with minute accuracy ; but in what are we the wiser for the knowledge we have obtained of them ? We only know ...
... gives us no insight into the secret of his melodious notes . Some of the great modern poets have had their whole lives exposed with minute accuracy ; but in what are we the wiser for the knowledge we have obtained of them ? We only know ...
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... give a darker hue to his character than it has received from any of his biographers . In fact , he has been more fortunate than most poets in his historians . Lowell and Willis have sketched him with gentleness and a reverent feeling ...
... give a darker hue to his character than it has received from any of his biographers . In fact , he has been more fortunate than most poets in his historians . Lowell and Willis have sketched him with gentleness and a reverent feeling ...
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... gives a characteristic picture of the school - house and its surroundings . On his return to the United States , in the year 1822 , he was placed for a few months at an academy at Richmond , and then was transferred to the University of ...
... gives a characteristic picture of the school - house and its surroundings . On his return to the United States , in the year 1822 , he was placed for a few months at an academy at Richmond , and then was transferred to the University of ...
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... give a version of it which throws a dark shade on the character of the poet ; but let it have been as it may , it must have been of a very grave nature , for , on the death of Mr. Allan , shortly after , in 1834 , the name of his ...
... give a version of it which throws a dark shade on the character of the poet ; but let it have been as it may , it must have been of a very grave nature , for , on the death of Mr. Allan , shortly after , in 1834 , the name of his ...
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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!