The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: Poems and talesRedfield, 1853 |
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Pagina ix
... spirit- stirring ; but , in general , they have been too imponderous to stamp themselves deeply into the public attention ; and thus , as so many feathers of fancy , have been blown aloft only to be whis- tled down the wind . A ...
... spirit- stirring ; but , in general , they have been too imponderous to stamp themselves deeply into the public attention ; and thus , as so many feathers of fancy , have been blown aloft only to be whis- tled down the wind . A ...
Pagina x
... spirits at her side . Peace charm'd the street beneath her feet , And Honor charm'd the air ; And all astir looked kind on her , And call'd her good ... spirit quail— ' Twixt Want and Scorn she walk'd forlorn , And Χ THE POETIC PRINCIPLE .
... spirits at her side . Peace charm'd the street beneath her feet , And Honor charm'd the air ; And all astir looked kind on her , And call'd her good ... spirit quail— ' Twixt Want and Scorn she walk'd forlorn , And Χ THE POETIC PRINCIPLE .
Pagina xii
... spirit of man , is thus , plainly , a sense of the Beautiful . This it is which administers to his delight in the manifold forms , and sounds , and odors , and sen- timents amid which he exists . And just as the lily is repeated in the ...
... spirit of man , is thus , plainly , a sense of the Beautiful . This it is which administers to his delight in the manifold forms , and sounds , and odors , and sen- timents amid which he exists . And just as the lily is repeated in the ...
Pagina xvii
... spirit as the " Health " of Edward Coote Pinkney : I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone , A woman , of her gentle sex The seeming paragon ; To whom the better elements And kindly stars have given A form so fair , that ...
... spirit as the " Health " of Edward Coote Pinkney : I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone , A woman , of her gentle sex The seeming paragon ; To whom the better elements And kindly stars have given A form so fair , that ...
Pagina xxii
... spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee . Then when nature around me is smiling , The last smile which answers to mine , I do not believe it beguiling , Because it reminds me of thine ; And when winds are at war with the ...
... spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee . Then when nature around me is smiling , The last smile which answers to mine , I do not believe it beguiling , Because it reminds me of thine ; And when winds are at war with the ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 268 - 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
Pagina 8 - Lenore!" Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice ; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore ; Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore : 'Tis the wind and nothing more.
Pagina 20 - 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.
Pagina 28 - 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. And so, all the night-tide I lie down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life, and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Pagina 10 - 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 !" Quoth the Raven,
Pagina ix - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
Pagina 24 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Pagina 7 - 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.
Pagina 8 - Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore;" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore.
Pagina 9 - 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.