Poetical Works of Edgar Allan PoeG. Routledge & Sons Limited, 1869 - 271 pages |
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... letter is followed most interesting ment it is . Say " Edgar A. Poe Virginia during th February 1 , 1826 , a same year . He sig 14th of February , student till the sess of February , 1809 H entered the instit ancient and mode being ...
... letter is followed most interesting ment it is . Say " Edgar A. Poe Virginia during th February 1 , 1826 , a same year . He sig 14th of February , student till the sess of February , 1809 H entered the instit ancient and mode being ...
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... letter is followed by the said statement , and most interesting as well as conclusive doc ment it is . Says Mr. Wertenbaker : 66 Edgar A. Poe was a student of the University Virginia during the second session , which commenc February 1 ...
... letter is followed by the said statement , and most interesting as well as conclusive doc ment it is . Says Mr. Wertenbaker : 66 Edgar A. Poe was a student of the University Virginia during the second session , which commenc February 1 ...
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... letter of seventee mythical " B that it contains a pressed in latere prose is followed sixty - six lines , a title of " Romand collection of " Po of the omitted p strange biograph sant with the t ecords show that Poe was admitted into ...
... letter of seventee mythical " B that it contains a pressed in latere prose is followed sixty - six lines , a title of " Romand collection of " Po of the omitted p strange biograph sant with the t ecords show that Poe was admitted into ...
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... letter of seventeen pages , addressed to a certai mythical " B " but also from the fac that it contains a large quantity of verse su pressed in later editions of Poe's works . Ti prose is followed by a poetical introduction sixty - six ...
... letter of seventeen pages , addressed to a certai mythical " B " but also from the fac that it contains a large quantity of verse su pressed in later editions of Poe's works . Ti prose is followed by a poetical introduction sixty - six ...
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... letter is quoted written at this pe White . As it In the spring of 1834 Mr. Allan died , and if s god - son still retained any expectations of heriting any portion of his wealth he was at st undeceived , as , in the language of Gris ...
... letter is quoted written at this pe White . As it In the spring of 1834 Mr. Allan died , and if s god - son still retained any expectations of heriting any portion of his wealth he was at st undeceived , as , in the language of Gris ...
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Page 162 - 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 !
Page 148 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 160 - 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, "Nevermore...
Page 161 - 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 157 - OXCE 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 180 - Hear the tolling of the bells, Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a .groan.
Page 179 - 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! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Page 182 - A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.
Page 145 - Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? 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? Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun! O, it was pitiful! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Page 185 - 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.