Hurry-graphs: Or, Sketches of Scenery, Celebrities and Society, Taken from LifeKerr, Doughty & Lapham, 1853 - 364 pages |
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... EDGAR POE , · 228 • 230 · 234 • 239 • 240 MR . WHIPPLE , 251 GEORGE P. MORRIS , THE SONG WRITER , 253 IRVING , • JENNY LIND , · 256 257 FASHION AND INTELLECT IN NEW YORK , WANT OF MARRIED BELLES , 263 269 • MARRIED LADIES AND THEIR ...
... EDGAR POE , · 228 • 230 · 234 • 239 • 240 MR . WHIPPLE , 251 GEORGE P. MORRIS , THE SONG WRITER , 253 IRVING , • JENNY LIND , · 256 257 FASHION AND INTELLECT IN NEW YORK , WANT OF MARRIED BELLES , 263 269 • MARRIED LADIES AND THEIR ...
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... bud of genius the impulse to unfold ? Charming as she is , and many as are her admirers , Signora Truffi must be much more before her best appreciators will be contented . EDGAR POE . THE ancient fable of two antagonistic spirits TRUFFI,
... bud of genius the impulse to unfold ? Charming as she is , and many as are her admirers , Signora Truffi must be much more before her best appreciators will be contented . EDGAR POE . THE ancient fable of two antagonistic spirits TRUFFI,
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... EDGAR POE . THE ancient fable of two antagonistic spirits imprisoned in one bo ly , equally powerful and having the complete mastery by turns - of one man , that ... POE'S CONVERSATION . 241 expressive eyes looked repose or shot EDGAR POE,
... EDGAR POE . THE ancient fable of two antagonistic spirits imprisoned in one bo ly , equally powerful and having the complete mastery by turns - of one man , that ... POE'S CONVERSATION . 241 expressive eyes looked repose or shot EDGAR POE,
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... EDGAR A. POE . " In double proof - of his earnest disposition to do the best for himself , and of the trustful and ... EDGAR A. POE . " " Your friend always , Brief , and chance - taken , as these letters are , we think they sufficiently ...
... EDGAR A. POE . " In double proof - of his earnest disposition to do the best for himself , and of the trustful and ... EDGAR A. POE . " " Your friend always , Brief , and chance - taken , as these letters are , we think they sufficiently ...
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... Edgar Poe . To reveal it , we are obliged to venture upon the lifting of the veil which sacredly covers grief and ... Poe's removal to this city was by a call which we received from a lady who introduced herself to us as the mother of ...
... Edgar Poe . To reveal it , we are obliged to venture upon the lifting of the veil which sacredly covers grief and ... Poe's removal to this city was by a call which we received from a lady who introduced herself to us as the mother of ...
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Page 244 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me; Yes, that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Page 244 - 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 243 - 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 186 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 185 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Prithee, peace I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Lady M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man.
Page 185 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 186 - What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Page 184 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle. Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate.
Page 185 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Page 185 - But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part?