Poems, complete, with an orig. mem. by R.H. Stoddard, Issue 7341875 |
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... doubt , and that they left a vivid impression on the mind of the new scholar is not to be wondered at . Children with his temperament feel rather than see what surrounds them , and what they have once felt is long remembered . Coleridge ...
... doubt , and that they left a vivid impression on the mind of the new scholar is not to be wondered at . Children with his temperament feel rather than see what surrounds them , and what they have once felt is long remembered . Coleridge ...
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... doubt . It was his misfortune to be subjected to the treatment of ordinary children , to be alternately petted and pun- ished , caressed and scolded , -when his sensitive , nervous organization , like a fine - strung instrument , needed ...
... doubt . It was his misfortune to be subjected to the treatment of ordinary children , to be alternately petted and pun- ished , caressed and scolded , -when his sensitive , nervous organization , like a fine - strung instrument , needed ...
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... doubt , and , perhaps , it ought to have happened ; but unfortunately it did not . He never left the United States after his return from school at Stoke Newington ; but he had a brother who did so , William Henry Leonard Poe , of whose ...
... doubt , and , perhaps , it ought to have happened ; but unfortunately it did not . He never left the United States after his return from school at Stoke Newington ; but he had a brother who did so , William Henry Leonard Poe , of whose ...
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... doubt , to himself . He was clever enough to feign repentance , if he did not feel it , and ambitious enough to cultivate his mind for its own sake . He had written doggerel when a schoolboy : he now began to write what by a stretch of ...
... doubt , to himself . He was clever enough to feign repentance , if he did not feel it , and ambitious enough to cultivate his mind for its own sake . He had written doggerel when a schoolboy : he now began to write what by a stretch of ...
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... doubt if he ever studied a page of Lacroix , unless it was to glance hastily over it in the lecture - room , while others of his section were reciting . It was evident from the first that he had no intention of going through the course ...
... doubt if he ever studied a page of Lacroix , unless it was to glance hastily over it in the lecture - room , while others of his section were reciting . It was evident from the first that he had no intention of going through the course ...
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Page 313 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Page 111 - 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 ! " Quoth the raven,
Page 138 - In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Page 143 - 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. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Page 159 - Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie.
Page 129 - Here once, through an alley Titanic Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul—- Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul. These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that roll, As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of the pole, That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the boreal pole.
Page 242 - SCIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood 10 To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Page 132 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb By the door of a legended tomb; And I said - 'What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?
Page 30 - My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep, As it is lasting, so be deep! Soft may the worms about her creep! Far in the forest, dim and old, For her may some tall vault unfold Some vault that oft hath flung its black And winged panels fluttering back, Triumphant, o'er the crested palls, Of her grand family funerals...
Page 135 - 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...