The Raven: with literary and historical commentaryGeorge Redway, 1885 - 122 pages |
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... parodies , and entire li well - known Poem , first published in 1845 . pinions of the TIMES .- " Poe's wild and weird poem of The Raven is reprinted , with an almost exhaustive literary and historical commentary . " GLASGOW HERALD ...
... parodies , and entire li well - known Poem , first published in 1845 . pinions of the TIMES .- " Poe's wild and weird poem of The Raven is reprinted , with an almost exhaustive literary and historical commentary . " GLASGOW HERALD ...
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... " HUNGARIAN " " LATIN ... 29 FABRICATIONS PARODIES BIBLIOGRAPHY INDEX ... PAGE I : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : ... 17 24 35 40 58 74 79 84 94 123 124 GENESIS . HELLEY'S exclamation about Shakespeare , " What a.
... " HUNGARIAN " " LATIN ... 29 FABRICATIONS PARODIES BIBLIOGRAPHY INDEX ... PAGE I : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : ... 17 24 35 40 58 74 79 84 94 123 124 GENESIS . HELLEY'S exclamation about Shakespeare , " What a.
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... parodies and imitations innu- merable ; afforded occasion for multitudinous para- graphs , and , in fact , created quite a literature of its own . 66 The Raven's reputation rapidly spread into other countries ; it carried its author's ...
... parodies and imitations innu- merable ; afforded occasion for multitudinous para- graphs , and , in fact , created quite a literature of its own . 66 The Raven's reputation rapidly spread into other countries ; it carried its author's ...
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... parody : — The Fire Fiend : A Nightmare . I. In the deepest dearth of Midnight , while the sad and solemn swell Still was floating , faintly echoed from the Forest Chapel Bell- Faintly , falteringly floating o'er the sable waves of air ...
... parody : — The Fire Fiend : A Nightmare . I. In the deepest dearth of Midnight , while the sad and solemn swell Still was floating , faintly echoed from the Forest Chapel Bell- Faintly , falteringly floating o'er the sable waves of air ...
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... which I adore— Through my grand apotheosis , that new birth in Balti- more ! " Such is the mental pabulum provided for the poet's countrymen ! PARODIES . NOTHER peculiar sign of the wide in- fluence Fabrications . 93.
... which I adore— Through my grand apotheosis , that new birth in Balti- more ! " Such is the mental pabulum provided for the poet's countrymen ! PARODIES . NOTHER peculiar sign of the wide in- fluence Fabrications . 93.
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Page 22 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Page 18 - 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.
Page 22 - Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.' 'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Page 18 - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Page 22 - 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! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door 1
Page 20 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
Page 20 - 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 115 - 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 lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Page 17 - Only this and nothing more." 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 21 - But the Raven still beguiling All my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in Front of bird and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking