The Poems of Edgar Allan Poe: With an Essay on His Poetry by Andrew LangKegan Paul, Trench & Company, 1883 - 172 pages |
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Page xxii
... live with always , by the sea , in the hills , in the market - place . He is the singer of rare hours of languor , when the soul is vacant of the pride of life , and inclined to listen , as it were , to the echo of a lyre from behind ...
... live with always , by the sea , in the hills , in the market - place . He is the singer of rare hours of languor , when the soul is vacant of the pride of life , and inclined to listen , as it were , to the echo of a lyre from behind ...
Page xxv
... live which hold themselves thus independent of nature and of the rules of art . We cannot define the nature of the witchery by which the most difficult task of romantic art was achieved . Poe did succeed , as is confessed by the wide ...
... live which hold themselves thus independent of nature and of the rules of art . We cannot define the nature of the witchery by which the most difficult task of romantic art was achieved . Poe did succeed , as is confessed by the wide ...
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... not wrong , Israfeli , who despisest An unimpassioned song ; To thee the laurels belong , Best bard , because the wisest ! Merrily live and long ! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit- Thy grief ISRAFEL . 29.
... not wrong , Israfeli , who despisest An unimpassioned song ; To thee the laurels belong , Best bard , because the wisest ! Merrily live and long ! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit- Thy grief ISRAFEL . 29.
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... live , for now thou diest ! POLITIAN . Not so , Baldazzar ! Surely I live . BAL . Politian , it doth grieve me To see thee thus . POL . Baldazzar , it doth grieve me To give thee cause for grief , my honored friend . Command me , sir ...
... live , for now thou diest ! POLITIAN . Not so , Baldazzar ! Surely I live . BAL . Politian , it doth grieve me To see thee thus . POL . Baldazzar , it doth grieve me To give thee cause for grief , my honored friend . Command me , sir ...
Page 75
... live For thee , and in thine eyes - and thou shalt be No more a mourner - but the radiant Joys Shall wait upon thee ... lives ! POL . And he shall die ! ( Exit . ) LAL . ( after a pause ) . And - SCENES FROM " POLITIAN . " 75.
... live For thee , and in thine eyes - and thou shalt be No more a mourner - but the radiant Joys Shall wait upon thee ... lives ! POL . And he shall die ! ( Exit . ) LAL . ( after a pause ) . And - SCENES FROM " POLITIAN . " 75.
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Page xxv - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you " — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 4 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Page 133 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 6 - And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming' And the lamplight 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 xxiv - 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 136 - 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 1 - 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...
Page 2 - Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before; On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
Page 23 - And they say (the starry choir And the other listening things) That Israfeli's fire Is owing to that lyre By which he sits and sings — The trembling living wire Of those unusual strings.
Page 155 - And ah! let it never Be foolishly said That my room it is gloomy And narrow my bed; For man never slept In a different bed And, to sleep, you must slumber In just such a bed. My...