The Complete Poems of Edgar Allan PoeFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1895 - 353 pages |
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... means an ungrateful one . I threw off an overcoat , took an arm - chair by the crackling logs and awaited patiently the arrival of my hosts . Soon after dark they arrived , and gave me a most cordial welcome . Jupiter , grinning from ...
... means an ungrateful one . I threw off an overcoat , took an arm - chair by the crackling logs and awaited patiently the arrival of my hosts . Soon after dark they arrived , and gave me a most cordial welcome . Jupiter , grinning from ...
Page 167
... mean ? ” Why , massa , I mean de bug - dare now . " The what ? " " De bug -- I'm berry sartain dat Massa Will bin bit somewhere bout de head by dat goole- bug . " • And what cause have you , Jupiter , for such a supposition ? ” 66 Claws ...
... mean ? ” Why , massa , I mean de bug - dare now . " The what ? " " De bug -- I'm berry sartain dat Massa Will bin bit somewhere bout de head by dat goole- bug . " • And what cause have you , Jupiter , for such a supposition ? ” 66 Claws ...
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... mean to say that this infer- nal beetle has any connection with your expedi- tion into the hills ? " " It has . " 66 Then , Legrand , I can become a party to no such absurd proceeding . " “ I am sorry — very sorry - for we shall have to ...
... mean to say that this infer- nal beetle has any connection with your expedi- tion into the hills ? " " It has . " 66 Then , Legrand , I can become a party to no such absurd proceeding . " “ I am sorry — very sorry - for we shall have to ...
Page 177
... mean time I endeavored , but all in vain , to sound him in regard to the object of the expedition . Hav- ing succeeded ... means of a skiff , and , ascending the high grounds on the shore of the main land , proceeded in a northwesterly ...
... mean time I endeavored , but all in vain , to sound him in regard to the object of the expedition . Hav- ing succeeded ... means of a skiff , and , ascending the high grounds on the shore of the main land , proceeded in a northwesterly ...
Page 183
... mean ? ” 66 ' Why , I mean de bug . ' Tis berry hebby bug . Spose I drop him down fuss , and den de limb won't break wid just de weight ob one nigger . " " You infernal scoundrel ! " cried Legrand , apparently much relieved , “ what do you ...
... mean ? ” 66 ' Why , I mean de bug . ' Tis berry hebby bug . Spose I drop him down fuss , and den de limb won't break wid just de weight ob one nigger . " " You infernal scoundrel ! " cried Legrand , apparently much relieved , “ what do you ...
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Al Aaraaf amid angels ANNABEL LEE appeared Auguste Dupin Baldazzar beast beauty beetle bells beneath chamber Chantilly characters dark death's-head door dream Dupin fancy feet fell fire flowers Fort Moultrie fourth story Frenchman gold goole goole-bug hair hand hath head heard heart Heaven human Israfel Jacinta Jupiter Jupiter's knew Lalage left eye Legrand length letter Ligeia light limb look Madame L'Espanaye massa matter means ment mind murder mystery nail negro never Nevermore night o'er observed once ourang-outang paper parchment person Pierre Moreau police Politian Prefect PURLOINED LETTER replied Rue Morgue sailor scarabæus scarcely seemed seen shrill voice shutter skull soul spirit spot star Stephen of Byzantium stereotomy Sullivan's Island suppose sure tell thee thine things thou thought tion tree tulip-tree wild window wing words
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Page 21 - 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 4 - 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 16 - 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 23 - The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know. In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night. Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Page 25 - THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Page 42 - And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms that 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.
Page 22 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Page 2 - 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 229 - What song the syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
Page 20 - Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon.