Poetical Works of Edgar Allan PoeG. Routledge & Sons Limited, 1869 - 271 pagina's |
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... called for us we for the Christma " The ardor , imperiousness , " rendered the so marked charact so that by slo obtained an as older than hims represent Poe's early epoch of h to represent it f it was in this poet acquired th ...
... called for us we for the Christma " The ardor , imperiousness , " rendered the so marked charact so that by slo obtained an as older than hims represent Poe's early epoch of h to represent it f it was in this poet acquired th ...
Pagina 9
... called for us we joyfully took our way hom for the Christmas or Midsummer holidays . " existence , and , of school life , looking back enerable acad " The teem- uote his own orld of incident The morning's ons to bed , the periodical ...
... called for us we joyfully took our way hom for the Christmas or Midsummer holidays . " existence , and , of school life , looking back enerable acad " The teem- uote his own orld of incident The morning's ons to bed , the periodical ...
Pagina 48
... called upon for any f the miscellaneous work of the day ; yet ou remember how absolutely and how good- umoredly ready he was for any suggestion ; ow punctually and industriously reliable in he following out of the wish once expressed ...
... called upon for any f the miscellaneous work of the day ; yet ou remember how absolutely and how good- umoredly ready he was for any suggestion ; ow punctually and industriously reliable in he following out of the wish once expressed ...
Pagina 70
... called a bad man is true ; but he w If the s like curs at his friends saw him great temptation than they deem have concerning knew next to no When this wr statement of th poet's circumsta edge or conniva in an article in th peal to the ...
... called a bad man is true ; but he w If the s like curs at his friends saw him great temptation than they deem have concerning knew next to no When this wr statement of th poet's circumsta edge or conniva in an article in th peal to the ...
Pagina 71
... called a bad man . He was his own enemy , i is true ; but he was a gentleman and a scholar If the scribblers who have snapped like curs at his remains had seen him as hi friends saw him , in his dire necessity and his great temptation ...
... called a bad man . He was his own enemy , i is true ; but he was a gentleman and a scholar If the scribblers who have snapped like curs at his remains had seen him as hi friends saw him , in his dire necessity and his great temptation ...
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Pagina 162 - 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 !
Pagina 148 - 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.
Pagina 160 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven; Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the nightly shore, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore?" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore...
Pagina 161 - 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.
Pagina 157 - OXCE 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 180 - Hear the tolling of the bells, 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.
Pagina 179 - 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 182 - A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.
Pagina 145 - Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other? Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun! O, it was pitiful! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Pagina 185 - And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king.