Poems of Edgar Allan Poe: With MemoirThomas Y. Crowell & Company, 1882 - 196 pages This book is a collection of Poe's most famous poems as well as essays on poetry. A memoir is included in introduction. Poems include ''The Raven, '' ''A Dream Within a Dream, '' ''Al Aaraaf'' and ''Lenore.'' |
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... effect and in fact , no longer such . There are , no doubt , many who have found diffi- culty in reconciling the critical dictum that the " Paradise Lost " is to be devoutly admired through- out with the absolute impossibility of ...
... effect and in fact , no longer such . There are , no doubt , many who have found diffi- culty in reconciling the critical dictum that the " Paradise Lost " is to be devoutly admired through- out with the absolute impossibility of ...
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... effect it produces , than by the time it took to produce the effect , or by the amount of " sustained effort " which had been found necessary in effecting the impression . The fact is , that perseverance is one thing and genius quite ...
... effect it produces , than by the time it took to produce the effect , or by the amount of " sustained effort " which had been found necessary in effecting the impression . The fact is , that perseverance is one thing and genius quite ...
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With Memoir Edgar Allan Poe Henry Llewellyn Williams. A remarkable instance of the effect of undue brevity in depressing a poem — in keeping it out of the popular view - is afforded by the following exquisite little serenade : - I arise ...
With Memoir Edgar Allan Poe Henry Llewellyn Williams. A remarkable instance of the effect of undue brevity in depressing a poem — in keeping it out of the popular view - is afforded by the following exquisite little serenade : - I arise ...
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... effects should be made to spring as directly as possible from their causes , —no one as yet having been weak enough to deny that the peculiar eleva- tion in question at least most readily attainable in the poem . It by no means follows ...
... effects should be made to spring as directly as possible from their causes , —no one as yet having been weak enough to deny that the peculiar eleva- tion in question at least most readily attainable in the poem . It by no means follows ...
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... effect ; but this effect is referrible to the harmony alone , and not in the least degree to the truth which merely served to render the harmony manifest . We shall reach , however , more immediately a dis- tinct conception of what the ...
... effect ; but this effect is referrible to the harmony alone , and not in the least degree to the truth which merely served to render the harmony manifest . We shall reach , however , more immediately a dis- tinct conception of what the ...
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Page 186 - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore — Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Page 31 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the...
Page 51 - 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 64 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. 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 41 - Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her 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.
Page 87 - Up many and many a marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down.
Page 81 - And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king.
Page 100 - The trembling living wire Of those unusual strings. But the skies that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty, Where Love's a grown-up God, Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star.
Page 53 - Lenore": Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore: Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore: Tis the wind and nothing more.
Page 42 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other?