Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ...H. Vizetelly, 1852 - 479 pages |
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... looked- And in an instant all things disappeared . ( Ah , bear in mind this garden was enchanted ! ) The pearly lustre of the moon went out : The mossy banks and the meandering paths , The happy flowers and the repining trees , Were ...
... looked- And in an instant all things disappeared . ( Ah , bear in mind this garden was enchanted ! ) The pearly lustre of the moon went out : The mossy banks and the meandering paths , The happy flowers and the repining trees , Were ...
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... looked repose or shot fiery tumult into theirs who listened , while his own face glowed , or was changeless in pallor , as his imagination quickened his blood or drew it back frozen to his heart . His imagery was from the worlds which ...
... looked repose or shot fiery tumult into theirs who listened , while his own face glowed , or was changeless in pallor , as his imagination quickened his blood or drew it back frozen to his heart . His imagery was from the worlds which ...
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... looked for some in a drawer , but found none . 99 " Never mind , " said he at length , " this will answer ; and he drew from his waistcoat pocket a scrap of what I took to be very dirty foolscap , and made upon it a rough drawing with ...
... looked for some in a drawer , but found none . 99 " Never mind , " said he at length , " this will answer ; and he drew from his waistcoat pocket a scrap of what I took to be very dirty foolscap , and made upon it a rough drawing with ...
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... looked at the paper , and , to speak the truth , found myself not a little puzzled at what my friend had depicted . " Well ! " I said , after contemplating it for some minutes , " this is a strange scarabæus , I must con- fess : new to ...
... looked at the paper , and , to speak the truth , found myself not a little puzzled at what my friend had depicted . " Well ! " I said , after contemplating it for some minutes , " this is a strange scarabæus , I must con- fess : new to ...
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... looked mutely from his master to myself , and then from myself to his master . " the " Come ! we must go back , " said the latter ; game's not up yet ; " and he again led the way to the tulip - tree . 66 66 Jupiter , " said he , when we ...
... looked mutely from his master to myself , and then from myself to his master . " the " Come ! we must go back , " said the latter ; game's not up yet ; " and he again led the way to the tulip - tree . 66 66 Jupiter , " said he , when we ...
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Page 223 - 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 236 - 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 225 - 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.
Page 228 - 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 231 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ; How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Page 240 - In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace Radiant palace - reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion It stood there ! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
Page 236 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. 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 232 - 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...
Page 230 - 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; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme. To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells,— From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Page 241 - I dwelt alone In a world of moan, And my soul was a stagnant tide, Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride — Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride. Ah, less — less bright The stars of the night Than the eyes of the radiant girl ! And never a flake That the vapor can make With the moon-tints of purple and pearl, Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl — Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl. Now...