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 87
... roll Empyrean splendor o'er th ' unchained soul- The soul that scarce ( the billows are so dense ) Can struggle to its destined eminence- To distant spheres , from time to time , she rode , And late to ours , the favor'd one of God- But ...
... roll Empyrean splendor o'er th ' unchained soul- The soul that scarce ( the billows are so dense ) Can struggle to its destined eminence- To distant spheres , from time to time , she rode , And late to ours , the favor'd one of God- But ...
Page 143
... rolling On the human heart a stone- They are neither man nor woman— They are neither brute nor human- They are Ghouls : And their king it is who tolls ; And he rolls , rolls , rolls , Rolls A pæan from the bells ! And his merry bosom ...
... rolling On the human heart a stone- They are neither man nor woman— They are neither brute nor human- They are Ghouls : And their king it is who tolls ; And he rolls , rolls , rolls , Rolls A pæan from the bells ! And his merry bosom ...
Page 144
... rolling of the bells- Of the bells , bells , bells- To the tolling of the bells , Of the bells , bells , bells , bells , Bells , bells , bells- To the moaning and the groaning of the bells . TO HELEN . I SAW thee once - once only 144 ...
... rolling of the bells- Of the bells , bells , bells- To the tolling of the bells , Of the bells , bells , bells , bells , Bells , bells , bells- To the moaning and the groaning of the bells . TO HELEN . I SAW thee once - once only 144 ...
Page 165
... roll- As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of Ulalume.
... roll- As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of Ulalume.
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... roll down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the boreal pole . Our talk had been serious and sober , But our thoughts they were palsied and sere— Our memories were treacherous and sere- For we knew not the month was October , And we marked ...
... roll down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the boreal pole . Our talk had been serious and sober , But our thoughts they were palsied and sere— Our memories were treacherous and sere- For we knew not the month was October , And we marked ...
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Aaraaf Al Aaraaf ALESS ALESSANDRA amid angels Annabel Lee Annie Auber Baldazzar beauty bells beneath bird breast breath bright Castiglione chamber door dead death deep didst thou doth dream dwell Earl of Leicester Earth EDGAR ALLAN POE Eldorado Eulalie fair fancy fell fire flowers garden glory golden happy happy flowers hath Haunted Palace hear Heaven holy Hope human Ianthe Israfel Jacinta Lalage Lenore Ligeia light live lone maiden melancholy melody Molière moon never Nevermore night o'er odor passions Poe's poems poet poetry Politian pride Quoth the raven rhyme SCENES FROM POLITIAN seraphs shadow sigh skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound speak spirit star strange sweet thee thine eyes things thou art thou hast thought thro throne Ulalume unto verse voice wandering wild wind wing words
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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...