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Page 15
... replied the stranger kindly , but with evident reserve . " If I was , you see I am cured . " Edgar glanced at him ; there was disappointment in his tone - none was visible in his face . " Yet you see , " he continued , " I am interested ...
... replied the stranger kindly , but with evident reserve . " If I was , you see I am cured . " Edgar glanced at him ; there was disappointment in his tone - none was visible in his face . " Yet you see , " he continued , " I am interested ...
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... replied Edgar , with mis- givings , but unwilling to display them . " Say one o'clock . " " One be it . By the way , is the old passion as strong as ever ? Are you not going to publish soon ? " " No , indeed ; at least , not yet . I ...
... replied Edgar , with mis- givings , but unwilling to display them . " Say one o'clock . " " One be it . By the way , is the old passion as strong as ever ? Are you not going to publish soon ? " " No , indeed ; at least , not yet . I ...
Page 66
... replied with dignity , as she accepted his arm , and joined the crowd of dancers . " How strangely discourteous Mr. Bing- ham was to you ! You seem to know him ? " " Oh , yes ; we were at school together , where he always persisted in ...
... replied with dignity , as she accepted his arm , and joined the crowd of dancers . " How strangely discourteous Mr. Bing- ham was to you ! You seem to know him ? " " Oh , yes ; we were at school together , where he always persisted in ...
Page 78
... replied with a savage sneer , " that they are the lacqueys who howl out our names on the staircases of life , like the menials who bawled out yours to - night for the benefit of your host . This is their office . " " I cannot - I will ...
... replied with a savage sneer , " that they are the lacqueys who howl out our names on the staircases of life , like the menials who bawled out yours to - night for the benefit of your host . This is their office . " " I cannot - I will ...
Page 86
... replied Edgar , quoting from the same poem— ' Be still , sad heart , and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining : Thy lot is the common lot of all ; Into each life some drops must fall , 999 Some days be dark and ...
... replied Edgar , quoting from the same poem— ' Be still , sad heart , and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining : Thy lot is the common lot of all ; Into each life some drops must fall , 999 Some days be dark and ...
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Page 57 - SHUT, shut the door, good John! fatigued, I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land...
Page 190 - And shadows forth its glory. There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A Spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the Palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till Ages are its dower.
Page 132 - 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.