The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe, with Original Memoir. Illustrated by F. R. Pickersgill, J. Tenniel, Birket Foster, Etc1866 |
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... Wings until they trailed in the dust- In agony sobbed , letting sink her Plumes till they trailed in the dust- Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust . I replied " This is nothing but dreaming : Let us on by this tremulous light ...
... Wings until they trailed in the dust- In agony sobbed , letting sink her Plumes till they trailed in the dust- Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust . I replied " This is nothing but dreaming : Let us on by this tremulous light ...
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... wings Invisible Woe ! That motley drama - oh , be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its Phantom chased for evermore , By a crowd that seize it not , Through a circle that ever returneth in To the self - same spot , And much of Madness ...
... wings Invisible Woe ! That motley drama - oh , be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its Phantom chased for evermore , By a crowd that seize it not , Through a circle that ever returneth in To the self - same spot , And much of Madness ...
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... wing Its way to heaven , from garden of a king : And Valisnerian lotus thither flown From struggling with the waters of the Rhone : And thy most lovely purple perfume , " Zante ! Isola d'oro ! -Fior di Levante ! And the Nelumbo bud that ...
... wing Its way to heaven , from garden of a king : And Valisnerian lotus thither flown From struggling with the waters of the Rhone : And thy most lovely purple perfume , " Zante ! Isola d'oro ! -Fior di Levante ! And the Nelumbo bud that ...
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... Quiet we call " Silence " -which is the merest word of all . All Nature speaks , and e'en ideal things Flap shadowy sounds from visionary wings- But ah ! not so when , thus , in realms on high 1 THOMAS 118 AL AARAAF .
... Quiet we call " Silence " -which is the merest word of all . All Nature speaks , and e'en ideal things Flap shadowy sounds from visionary wings- But ah ! not so when , thus , in realms on high 1 THOMAS 118 AL AARAAF .
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... wing to other worlds another light ! Divulge the secrets of thy embassy To the proud orbs that twinkle — and so be To ev'ry heart a barrier and a ban Lest the stars totter in the guilt of man ! " Up rose the maiden in the yellow night ...
... wing to other worlds another light ! Divulge the secrets of thy embassy To the proud orbs that twinkle — and so be To ev'ry heart a barrier and a ban Lest the stars totter in the guilt of man ! " Up rose the maiden in the yellow night ...
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A. M. MADOT Aaraaf Al Aaraaf ALESSANDRA Allan amid angels ANNABEL LEE Auber BALDAZZAR beautiful ANNABEL LEE bells bird BIRKET FOSTER bride bright Broadway Journal bust CASTIGLIONE chamber door Cooper dear Dian didst died dost doth dream dwell Edgar Allan Poe Evans F. R. PICKERSGILL fair FAIR isle feel fell flowers gentle ghoul-haunted woodland glory golden happy hast hath hear heart heaven Hope Israfel JACINTA JASPER CROPSEY JOHN TENNIEL LALAGE leave Lenore light literary lived lone maiden melody moon never Nevermore night o'er PERCIVAL SKELTON poems poet POLITIAN quarrel Quoth the Raven red levin Richmond roll Runic rhyme SCENES FROM POLITIAN sere shadow shore sigh skies smiled sorrow soul spirit stars strange sweet tarn of Auber thee things thou art thro throne ULALUME unto upturn'd faces voice W. J. Linton wild wind wing woodland of Weir young
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Page 1 - 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 4 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a...
Page 7 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Page 4 - 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.
Page 2 - Ah ! distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore.
Page 39 - 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 39 - 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 58 - By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule — From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE — out of TIME.
Page 6 - 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! 100 Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 31 - With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar!