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... ranks with the family . The head of a family is , perhaps , a duke ; but every
cadet , however distant , shares the blood . My remark on a point in his youthful
poems extends to all his poems . Traces of spiritual emotion are EDGAR ALLAN
POE ...
... ranks with the family . The head of a family is , perhaps , a duke ; but every
cadet , however distant , shares the blood . My remark on a point in his youthful
poems extends to all his poems . Traces of spiritual emotion are EDGAR ALLAN
POE ...
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DOS This I sat engaged in guessing , but no syllable ex. pressing To the fowl ,
whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom ' s core ; This and more I sat divining
, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion ' s velvet lining that the lamp ...
DOS This I sat engaged in guessing , but no syllable ex. pressing To the fowl ,
whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom ' s core ; This and more I sat divining
, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion ' s velvet lining that the lamp ...
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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 ! II . Banners
...
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 ! II . Banners
...
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... Count Castiglione never Would have given a real diamond to such as you :
And , at the best , I ' m certain , madam , you cannot Have use for jewels now . But
I might have sworn [ Exit . [ Lalage bursts into tears , and leans her head upon the
...
... Count Castiglione never Would have given a real diamond to such as you :
And , at the best , I ' m certain , madam , you cannot Have use for jewels now . But
I might have sworn [ Exit . [ Lalage bursts into tears , and leans her head upon the
...
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sie AL AARAAF . “ All hurriedly she knelt upon a bed Of flowers : of lilies such as
rear ' d the head . " ( Falling in wreathes through many a startled star ,. “ The
Sephalica , budding with young bees , Upreard its purple stem around her knees
. "
sie AL AARAAF . “ All hurriedly she knelt upon a bed Of flowers : of lilies such as
rear ' d the head . " ( Falling in wreathes through many a startled star ,. “ The
Sephalica , budding with young bees , Upreard its purple stem around her knees
. "
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The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With a Notice of His Life and Genius Edgar Allan Poe,James Hannay No preview available - 1856 |
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Page 43 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Page 39 - 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,
Page 41 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Page 39 - 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
Page 37 - 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.
Page 61 - 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 42 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Page 68 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. 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.
Page xix - Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand! The agate lamp within thy hand, Ah ! Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! ISRAFEL And the angel Israfel,...
Page 42 - 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!
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| Title | The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe |
| Author | Edgar Allan Poe |
| Editor | James Hannay |
| Publisher | Griffin, 1865 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 24 Oct 2006 |
| Length | 191 pages |
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