Poems and Essays of Edgar Allan Poe: Including Memoir by John H. Ingram, Tributes to His Memory by Prof. Lowell and N.P. Willis ; with the Letters, Addresses and Poems of the Memorial Ceremonies at the Monumental DedicationW.J. Widdleton, Publisher, 1881 - 395 pages |
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... sense of gratitude for your frequent and ineffectual assistance and kindness . Through your influence Mr. White has been induced to employ me in assisting him with the editorial duties of his magazine , at a salary of five hundred and ...
... sense of gratitude for your frequent and ineffectual assistance and kindness . Through your influence Mr. White has been induced to employ me in assisting him with the editorial duties of his magazine , at a salary of five hundred and ...
Page lxix
... sense of independence . He must either apply to individual friends ( a resource to which death is sometimes almost preferable ) , or suffer down to the level where Charity receives claimants , but where Rags and Humiliation are the only ...
... sense of independence . He must either apply to individual friends ( a resource to which death is sometimes almost preferable ) , or suffer down to the level where Charity receives claimants , but where Rags and Humiliation are the only ...
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... sense . " " Is it possible that such expressions as these could have been repeated to me - to me - by one whom I loved — ah , whom I love ! . . . " By the God who reigns in heaven , I swear to you that my soul is incapable of dishonour ...
... sense . " " Is it possible that such expressions as these could have been repeated to me - to me - by one whom I loved — ah , whom I love ! . . . " By the God who reigns in heaven , I swear to you that my soul is incapable of dishonour ...
Page lxxix
... sense of the hon- ourable of the chivalrous . The indulgence of this sense has been the true voluptuousness of my life . It was for this species of luxury that in early youth I deliberately threw away from me a large fortune rather than ...
... sense of the hon- ourable of the chivalrous . The indulgence of this sense has been the true voluptuousness of my life . It was for this species of luxury that in early youth I deliberately threw away from me a large fortune rather than ...
Page lxxxvii
... sense of insupportable loneli ness and a dread of some strange impending doom . " There is no necessity for us to touch heavily upon this terrible trail in the character of Edgar Poe - this sad sickening infirmity of his " lonesome ...
... sense of insupportable loneli ness and a dread of some strange impending doom . " There is no necessity for us to touch heavily upon this terrible trail in the character of Edgar Poe - this sad sickening infirmity of his " lonesome ...
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Page 5 - 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 25 - It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Page 9 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Page 8 - 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 foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Page 27 - 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.
Page clxv - 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. Then read from the treasured volume . The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 6 - 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.
Page 42 - In Heaven a spirit doth dwell Whose heart-strings are a lute; None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, And the giddy stars (so legends tell), Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell Of his voice, all mute.
Page 27 - 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! Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago...
Page 18 - 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; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir : It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.