The tales and poems of Edgar Allan Poe, with biogr. essay by J.H. Ingram, Volume 41884 |
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... fires at night , with the relation of his adventures and hardships in the wilderness - recounting them with a straightforward earnestness which left us no room to doubt their truth ; although indeed , many of them had a marvellous air ...
... fires at night , with the relation of his adventures and hardships in the wilderness - recounting them with a straightforward earnestness which left us no room to doubt their truth ; although indeed , many of them had a marvellous air ...
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... fire , or exposed to the sun , ( as ours was ) or sometimes to the frost . When it is sufficiently dried in this way , it is pounded between two heavy stones , and will then keep for years . If , however , much of it is kept together ...
... fire , or exposed to the sun , ( as ours was ) or sometimes to the frost . When it is sufficiently dried in this way , it is pounded between two heavy stones , and will then keep for years . If , however , much of it is kept together ...
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... fire arms which we could discover , ex- cept an old carabine carried by one of the chiefs ; and their arrows would not prove very effective weapons when employed at so great a distance as that now be- tween us . In regard to their ...
... fire arms which we could discover , ex- cept an old carabine carried by one of the chiefs ; and their arrows would not prove very effective weapons when employed at so great a distance as that now be- tween us . In regard to their ...
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... fire - guns and powder- but that our great medicine had just told us that the Tetons were greater rascals than the Ricarees - that they were our enemies that they had been lying in wait to intercept and kill us for many days past - that ...
... fire - guns and powder- but that our great medicine had just told us that the Tetons were greater rascals than the Ricarees - that they were our enemies that they had been lying in wait to intercept and kill us for many days past - that ...
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... fire - guns and whiskey , with half of our tobacco - that it was plain we were allies of the Ricarees ( who were now at war with the Sioux ) , and that our design was to carry them supplies , which we should not do - lastly , that they ...
... fire - guns and whiskey , with half of our tobacco - that it was plain we were allies of the Ricarees ( who were now at war with the Sioux ) , and that our design was to carry them supplies , which we should not do - lastly , that they ...
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14 King William Agathos amid angels ANNABEL LEE appeared Baldazzar beautiful bells boat breast breath catalepsy Charmion dark death deep dream earth Eiros encampment endeavour Etchings eyes fair fancy feel feet fell flowers friends Goodfellow grave Greely hath heart Heaven Hop-Frog Indians island Israfel J. C. Nimmo King William Street lake Lalage length Lenore light look miles Missouri Monos moon mountain never Nevermore night o'er odour Oinos Old Charley once ourang-outangs party passed PAUL AVRIL Pennifeather PETER ANTHONY MOTTEUX Petite Côte piroque poem Poetic Principle poetical Politian Publications of J. C. Quoth the Raven river Rodman seemed sentiment shadow shore Shuttleworthy sigh Sioux sleep slumber songs sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars stream sweet terror thee thine things thou art thought throne trees truth unto voice wild wind wings words Zaïre
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Page 223 - 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 232 - 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 212 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. "Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers 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?
Page 234 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...
Page 241 - 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 231 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 212 - 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 230 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future...
Page 307 - ... That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! Israfel And the angel Israfel, whose heart-strings are a lute, and who has the sweetest...
Page 257 - 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.