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... passion ; and the passions should be held in reverence ; they must not they cannot at will be excited , with an eye to the paltry compensations , or the more paltry commendations of mankind . E. A. P. PAGE 23 To F TO ONE IN PARADISE 64 65.
... passion ; and the passions should be held in reverence ; they must not they cannot at will be excited , with an eye to the paltry compensations , or the more paltry commendations of mankind . E. A. P. PAGE 23 To F TO ONE IN PARADISE 64 65.
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... passion , of grief , despair , and longing , but they contain nothing that indicates a sense of moral rectitude . They are the productions of one whose religion was a worship of the Beautiful , and who knew no beauty but that which was ...
... passion , of grief , despair , and longing , but they contain nothing that indicates a sense of moral rectitude . They are the productions of one whose religion was a worship of the Beautiful , and who knew no beauty but that which was ...
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... passion , yet his manners were engaging , and he never failed to win the confidence and kind feelings of those with whom he conversed for the first time ; and there were a few who knew him long and intimately who could never believe ...
... passion , yet his manners were engaging , and he never failed to win the confidence and kind feelings of those with whom he conversed for the first time ; and there were a few who knew him long and intimately who could never believe ...
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... passion . It was this sensitiveness to all artistic imperfections , rather than any malignity of feeling , which made his criticisms so severe , and procured him a host of enemies among persons towards whom he never entertained any ...
... passion . It was this sensitiveness to all artistic imperfections , rather than any malignity of feeling , which made his criticisms so severe , and procured him a host of enemies among persons towards whom he never entertained any ...
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... the worst Has abated -- the terrible Torture of thirst For the naphthaline river Of Passion accurst : - I have drunk of a water That quenches all thirst : - Of a water that flows , With a lullaby sound 77 FOR ANNIE .
... the worst Has abated -- the terrible Torture of thirst For the naphthaline river Of Passion accurst : - I have drunk of a water That quenches all thirst : - Of a water that flows , With a lullaby sound 77 FOR ANNIE .
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Page 42 - 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 42 - 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 90 - On seas less hideously serene. But lo, a stir is in the air! The wave — there is a movement there! As if the towers had thrust aside, In slightly sinking, the dull tide — As if their tops had feebly given A void within the filmy Heaven.
Page 243 - T was folly not sooner to shun ; And if dearly that error hath cost me, And more than I once could foresee, I have found that, whatever it lost me, It could not deprive me of thee.
Page 244 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 7 - Nevermore." "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 37 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people, They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human, They are Ghouls...
Page 42 - 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.
Page 243 - To pain— it shall not be its slave. There is many a pang to pursue me ; They may crush, but they shall not contemn; They may torture, but shall not subdue me; 'Tis of thee that I think— not of them.
Page 59 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago), And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.