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Page 11
... Edgar felt that as he spoke his companion was examining him minutely . It was not long before he heard the result of the scrutiny . " You are an embryo poet , or ought to be , by your - well , not to be FIVE YEARS OF IT . 11.
... Edgar felt that as he spoke his companion was examining him minutely . It was not long before he heard the result of the scrutiny . " You are an embryo poet , or ought to be , by your - well , not to be FIVE YEARS OF IT . 11.
Page 12
... spoke with an unassumed confidence , that had in it nothing of boasting , but merely of knowledge . There was a pause . Edgar took a rapid survey of his companion . There was little about his appearance to claim a lingering attention ...
... spoke with an unassumed confidence , that had in it nothing of boasting , but merely of knowledge . There was a pause . Edgar took a rapid survey of his companion . There was little about his appearance to claim a lingering attention ...
Page 48
... spoke he prac- tically illustrated the idea by throwing himself on the sofa , and knocking a hand- some volume upon the floor . Edgar took it up . " For shame , Frank ! I am sorry , Mr. Huntingdon , you so trouble yourself for such a ...
... spoke he prac- tically illustrated the idea by throwing himself on the sofa , and knocking a hand- some volume upon the floor . Edgar took it up . " For shame , Frank ! I am sorry , Mr. Huntingdon , you so trouble yourself for such a ...
Page 71
... spoke ? Or , did he press it closer to his side ? If so , it was the half unconscious magnetism of the moment : they were soon far apart in the crowd of dancers . The morning twilight was creeping up from the German Ocean , and breaking ...
... spoke ? Or , did he press it closer to his side ? If so , it was the half unconscious magnetism of the moment : they were soon far apart in the crowd of dancers . The morning twilight was creeping up from the German Ocean , and breaking ...
Page 79
... spoke . He drew up the blind : the sun was looking over the roof . Woofinden also rose ; and gazing at Edgar , still glowing with his splendid burst of enthusiasm , said quietly— " You will not die in a mad - house ; but you will ...
... spoke . He drew up the blind : the sun was looking over the roof . Woofinden also rose ; and gazing at Edgar , still glowing with his splendid burst of enthusiasm , said quietly— " You will not die in a mad - house ; but you will ...
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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.