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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... melodies , much may be attributed to the singular musical appropriateness of his words and epithets , much to his elaborate care for the details of his art . George Sand , in " Un Hiver à Majorque , " describes a rainy night which ...
... melodies , much may be attributed to the singular musical appropriateness of his words and epithets , much to his elaborate care for the details of his art . George Sand , in " Un Hiver à Majorque , " describes a rainy night which ...
Page xxv
... melody may be triumphantly explained as the result of a metrical trick . But , ne faict ce tour qui veut . The trick was one that only Poe could play . Like Hawthorne in prose , Poe possessed in poetry a style as strange as it was ...
... melody may be triumphantly explained as the result of a metrical trick . But , ne faict ce tour qui veut . The trick was one that only Poe could play . Like Hawthorne in prose , Poe possessed in poetry a style as strange as it was ...
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... -the Echoes answer me- " not all ! Prophetic sounds and loud , arise forever From us , and from all Ruin , unto the wise , As melody from Memnon to the Sun. We rule the hearts of mightiest men — we rule 22 THE COLISEUM .
... -the Echoes answer me- " not all ! Prophetic sounds and loud , arise forever From us , and from all Ruin , unto the wise , As melody from Memnon to the Sun. We rule the hearts of mightiest men — we rule 22 THE COLISEUM .
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... dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt , and he where I , He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody , While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky . DREAMLAND . By a route obscure and lonely , Haunted 30 ISRAFEL .
... dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt , and he where I , He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody , While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky . DREAMLAND . By a route obscure and lonely , Haunted 30 ISRAFEL .
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... move fantastically To a discordant melody , While , like a ghastly rapid river , Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever , And laugh - but smile no more . Corn will head SCENES FROM " POLITIAN . " So 6 THE HAUNTED PALACE .
... move fantastically To a discordant melody , While , like a ghastly rapid river , Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever , And laugh - but smile no more . Corn will head SCENES FROM " POLITIAN . " So 6 THE HAUNTED PALACE .
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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...