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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... feel to be true poetry , there follows , inevitably , a passage of platitude which no critical prejudgment can force us to ad- mire ; but if , upon completing the work , we read it again , omitting the first book , —that is to say , com ...
... feel to be true poetry , there follows , inevitably , a passage of platitude which no critical prejudgment can force us to ad- mire ; but if , upon completing the work , we read it again , omitting the first book , —that is to say , com ...
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... feel as poetic . The poetic sentiment , of course , may develop itself in various modes , -in painting , in sculpture , in ar- chitecture , in the dance , very especially in music , and very peculiarly , and with a wide field , in the ...
... feel as poetic . The poetic sentiment , of course , may develop itself in various modes , -in painting , in sculpture , in ar- chitecture , in the dance , very especially in music , and very peculiarly , and with a wide field , in the ...
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... feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul can not resist , - A feeling of sadness and longing , That is not akin to pain , And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles rain . Come , read to me some poem , Some simple and ...
... feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul can not resist , - A feeling of sadness and longing , That is not akin to pain , And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles rain . Come , read to me some poem , Some simple and ...
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... feeling of sadness and longing That is not akin to pain , And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain . The taint of which I speak is clearly perceptible even in a poem so full of brilliancy and spirit as the " Health " of ...
... feeling of sadness and longing That is not akin to pain , And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain . The taint of which I speak is clearly perceptible even in a poem so full of brilliancy and spirit as the " Health " of ...
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... feel that my soul is delivered 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 ...
... feel that my soul is delivered 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 ...
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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?