The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, Volume 3Redfield, 1857 |
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... truth of my proposition , ( that fancy should have no place in the loftier poesy , ) he has denied it a place , as in " Melanie , " and his Scriptural pieces ; but , unfortunately , he has been unable to supply the void with the true ...
... truth of my proposition , ( that fancy should have no place in the loftier poesy , ) he has denied it a place , as in " Melanie , " and his Scriptural pieces ; but , unfortunately , he has been unable to supply the void with the true ...
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... truth of Jefferson's asser- tion , that in this country , which has set the world an example of physical liberty , the inquisition of popular sentiment overrules in practice the freedom asserted in theory by the laws . " The West , the ...
... truth of Jefferson's asser- tion , that in this country , which has set the world an example of physical liberty , the inquisition of popular sentiment overrules in practice the freedom asserted in theory by the laws . " The West , the ...
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... truth - telling and discriminative preface , and its notes are well worthy perusal . Some opinions embraced in these latter on the topic of versifica- tion I have examined in one of the series of articles called " Mar- ginalia . " I am ...
... truth - telling and discriminative preface , and its notes are well worthy perusal . Some opinions embraced in these latter on the topic of versifica- tion I have examined in one of the series of articles called " Mar- ginalia . " I am ...
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... truth , is continually guilty of all kinds of grammatical improprieties . I re peat that , in this respect , he is decent , and no more . Mr. Cary is what Doctor Griswold calls a " gentleman of elegant leisure . " He is wealthy and much ...
... truth , is continually guilty of all kinds of grammatical improprieties . I re peat that , in this respect , he is decent , and no more . Mr. Cary is what Doctor Griswold calls a " gentleman of elegant leisure . " He is wealthy and much ...
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... truth and novelty . The west at the time was a field comparatively untrodden by the sketcher or the novelist . In certain works , to be sure , we had ob- tained brief glimpses of character strange to us sojourners in the civilized east ...
... truth and novelty . The west at the time was a field comparatively untrodden by the sketcher or the novelist . In certain works , to be sure , we had ob- tained brief glimpses of character strange to us sojourners in the civilized east ...
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Page 294 - 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 559 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 310 - So live, that when thy summons comes, to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 311 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Page 274 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 54 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 168 - In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace— Radiant palace— reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there; Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
Page 168 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost.
Page 233 - He acts upon the principle that if a thing is worth doing at all it is worth doing well: — and the thing that he "does" especially well is the public.
Page 304 - FULL knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing : Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year, you must not die ; You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year, you shall not die.