The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe, ed. by J. Hannay. Complete ed1865 |
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... BALDazzar . Bal . Arouse thee now , Politian ; Thou must not — nay , indeed , indeed , thou shalt not Give way unto ... Baldazzar . Bal . Politian , it doth grieve me To see thee thus . Pol . Baldazzar , it doth grieve me To give thee ...
... BALDazzar . Bal . Arouse thee now , Politian ; Thou must not — nay , indeed , indeed , thou shalt not Give way unto ... Baldazzar . Bal . Politian , it doth grieve me To see thee thus . Pol . Baldazzar , it doth grieve me To give thee ...
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... phantom voices . Pol . Didst thou not hear it then ? Bal . It is a phantom voice : I heard it not . Pol . Thou heardst it not ! Baldazzar , speak no more To me , Politian , of thy camps and courts 128 SCENES FROM POLITIAN .
... phantom voices . Pol . Didst thou not hear it then ? Bal . It is a phantom voice : I heard it not . Pol . Thou heardst it not ! Baldazzar , speak no more To me , Politian , of thy camps and courts 128 SCENES FROM POLITIAN .
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... Baldazzar . Alas , alas , I cannot die , having within my heart So keen a relish for the beautiful As hath been kindled within it ! Methinks the air Is balmier now than it was wont to be ; Rich melodies are floating in the winds ; A ...
... Baldazzar . Alas , alas , I cannot die , having within my heart So keen a relish for the beautiful As hath been kindled within it ! Methinks the air Is balmier now than it was wont to be ; Rich melodies are floating in the winds ; A ...
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... Baldazzar , it oppresses me like a spell . Again , again ; how solemnly it falls Into my heart of hearts ! that eloquent voice Surely I never heard : yet it were well Had I but heard it with its thrilling tones In earlier days . Bal . I ...
... Baldazzar , it oppresses me like a spell . Again , again ; how solemnly it falls Into my heart of hearts ! that eloquent voice Surely I never heard : yet it were well Had I but heard it with its thrilling tones In earlier days . Bal . I ...
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... Baldazzar , -go . Bal . The hour is growing late - the duke awaits us , - Thy presence is expected in the hall Below . What ails thee , Earl Politian ? Voice ( distinctly ) . Who hath loved thee so long , In wealth and woe among ? And ...
... Baldazzar , -go . Bal . The hour is growing late - the duke awaits us , - Thy presence is expected in the hall Below . What ails thee , Earl Politian ? Voice ( distinctly ) . Who hath loved thee so long , In wealth and woe among ? And ...
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AARAAF AL AARAAF Aless amid ancient birth-in tropical ANELAY angels ANNABEL LEE Annie Baldazzar beauty bells birds-in castellated dwellings birth-in tropical flowers-in book is funestus breath Castiglione chamber door crested palls cypress hung dead have crested didst dream Earl of Leicester EDGAR ALLAN POE Edgar Poe effect like moonlight everywhere magnificent F. W. HULME feeling flowers and fruit flowers-in southern birds-in geous-in ancient birth-in glory golden palaces HARRISON WEIR hath heart heaven Ianthe Israfel Jacinta JAMES GODWIN JAMES HANNAY Lalage Lenore light lone maiden melancholy which gives melody moon Nevermore night o'er passion poet poetry Politian Quoth the Raven says of Collins scenery is everywhere SCENES FROM POLITIAN shadow skies soul southern birds-in castellated spirit star sweet thee thirst thou art throne tropical flowers-in southern Ulalume unto violet velvet lining voice waterfalls of Elysian wild wind wing
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Page 31 - 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 !" Quoth the Raven,
Page 32 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Page 32 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
Page 32 - 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 50 - 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: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Page 41 - 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 31 - 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
Page 32 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Page 31 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, " Sir," said I, "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.
Page 32 - Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.' 'Prophet!' said I, '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!