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... known . The bowers whereat , in dreams , I see The wantonest singing birds . TAMERLANE . ΤΟ FAIRY - LAND . Dim vales - and shadowy floods- And cloudy - looking woods . A wild lake , with black rock bound , And the tall pines that ...
... known . The bowers whereat , in dreams , I see The wantonest singing birds . TAMERLANE . ΤΟ FAIRY - LAND . Dim vales - and shadowy floods- And cloudy - looking woods . A wild lake , with black rock bound , And the tall pines that ...
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... known of their lives than what they themselves infuse into their poetry . Too close a knowledge of the weaknesses and errors of the in- spired children of Parnassus , cannot but impair , in some degree , the delicate aroma of their ...
... known of their lives than what they themselves infuse into their poetry . Too close a knowledge of the weaknesses and errors of the in- spired children of Parnassus , cannot but impair , in some degree , the delicate aroma of their ...
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... known of his career in Europe is , that he found himself in St. Petersburgh , in extreme destitution , where the American Minister , Mr. Middleton , was called upon to save him . from arrest , on account of an indiscretion ; through the ...
... known of his career in Europe is , that he found himself in St. Petersburgh , in extreme destitution , where the American Minister , Mr. Middleton , was called upon to save him . from arrest , on account of an indiscretion ; through the ...
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... known him at West Point , and who interested themselves to obtain his discharge , and , if possible , a commission . But their kind intentions were frustrated by his desertion . The next attempt . he made in literature proved more ...
... known him at West Point , and who interested themselves to obtain his discharge , and , if possible , a commission . But their kind intentions were frustrated by his desertion . The next attempt . he made in literature proved more ...
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... known as a fierce and terrible critic , rather than as a poet or a writer of tales , when the publication of his poem of the Raven in the " American Review , " a New York monthly magazine , first attracted the attention of the literary ...
... known as a fierce and terrible critic , rather than as a poet or a writer of tales , when the publication of his poem of the Raven in the " American Review , " a New York monthly magazine , first attracted the attention of the literary ...
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A. M. MADOT Aaraaf Al Aaraaf ALESSANDRA amid angels ANNABEL LEE Auber BALDAZZAR beauty bells beneath bird BIRKET FOSTER breast breath bright Broadway Journal CASTIGLIONE chamber door Cooper death deep didst dost doth dream Earl of Leicester Earth EDGAR ALLAN POE Eulalie F. R. PICKERSGILL fair fancy feel fell flowers gentle glory golden happy hath hear heart heaven Hope Indian Cupid Israfel JACINTA JASPER CROPSEY JOHN TENNIEL lake LALAGE Lenore light lone maiden melody moon never Nevermore night o'er odours passion poem poet POETIC PRINCIPLE poetical poetry POLITIAN quarrel Quoth the Raven rhyme seraph shadow sigh skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound speak spirit star strange sweet tears thee things thou art thou hast thro throne Truth ULALUME unto voice W. J. Linton wandering wave wild wind wing words young
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Page 42 - 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 42 - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Page 90 - On seas less hideously serene. But lo, a stir is in the air! The wave — there is a movement there! As if the towers had thrust aside, In slightly sinking, the dull tide — As if their tops had feebly given A void within the filmy Heaven.
Page 243 - T was folly not sooner to shun ; And if dearly that error hath cost me, And more than I once could foresee, I have found that, whatever it lost me, It could not deprive me of thee.
Page 244 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 7 - Nevermore." "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!
Page 37 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people, They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human, They are Ghouls...
Page 42 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Page 243 - To pain— it shall not be its slave. There is many a pang to pursue me ; They may crush, but they shall not contemn; They may torture, but shall not subdue me; 'Tis of thee that I think— not of them.
Page 59 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago), And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.