The complete poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe, with a selection of his sketches and reviews1866 |
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... sure when he left the city that his business would be cared for . On one occasion , returning after the regular day of publication , he found the number unfinished and Poe incapable of duty . He prepared the necessary copy himself ...
... sure when he left the city that his business would be cared for . On one occasion , returning after the regular day of publication , he found the number unfinished and Poe incapable of duty . He prepared the necessary copy himself ...
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... sure you never could have believed , and which a thousand noble - hearted men would have good right never to forgive me for permitting to pass unnoticed and undenied . Even in the city of New York I could have no difficulty in naming a ...
... sure you never could have believed , and which a thousand noble - hearted men would have good right never to forgive me for permitting to pass unnoticed and undenied . Even in the city of New York I could have no difficulty in naming a ...
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... sure , by the mere sentiment of physical magnitude which it conveys , does impress us with a sense of the sublime — but no man is impressed after this fashion by the material grandeur of even " The Columbiad . " Even the Quarterlies ...
... sure , by the mere sentiment of physical magnitude which it conveys , does impress us with a sense of the sublime — but no man is impressed after this fashion by the material grandeur of even " The Columbiad . " Even the Quarterlies ...
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... sure that the god was in the right - I am by no means certain that the true limits of the critical duty are not grossly misunderstood . Excellence , in a poem especially , may be considered in the light of an axiom , which need only be ...
... sure that the god was in the right - I am by no means certain that the true limits of the critical duty are not grossly misunderstood . Excellence , in a poem especially , may be considered in the light of an axiom , which need only be ...
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... sure , through the at- tainment of a truth , we are led to perceive a harmony where none was apparent before , we experience , at once , the true poetical effect : but this effect is referable to the harmony alone , and not in the least ...
... sure , through the at- tainment of a truth , we are led to perceive a harmony where none was apparent before , we experience , at once , the true poetical effect : but this effect is referable to the harmony alone , and not in the least ...
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Page 18 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Page 21 - 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.
Page 24 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door; " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 29 - 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!
Page 29 - 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 27 - 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 "Nevermore.
Page 25 - 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: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 30 - 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 42 - 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 18 - ... clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. "Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, — All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. "Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful.