The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With Original MemoirJ. S. Redfield, 1858 - 247 pages |
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... sleeping Full many a maid . Was a proud temple called the Parthenon . F. R. PICKERSGILL . W. J. Linton . 152 A. M. MADOT . . . . W. Thomas . 157 PERCIVAL SKELTON . J. Whymper . 159 F. R. PICKERSGILL . W. J. Linton , 166 PERCIVAL SKELTON ...
... sleeping Full many a maid . Was a proud temple called the Parthenon . F. R. PICKERSGILL . W. J. Linton . 152 A. M. MADOT . . . . W. Thomas . 157 PERCIVAL SKELTON . J. Whymper . 159 F. R. PICKERSGILL . W. J. Linton , 166 PERCIVAL SKELTON ...
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... sleeps ! —and lo ! where lies ( Her casement open to the skies ) Irene , with her Destinies ! Oh , lady bright ! can it be right —-—-- This window open to the night ? The wanton airs , from the tree - top , Laughingly through the ...
... sleeps ! —and lo ! where lies ( Her casement open to the skies ) Irene , with her Destinies ! Oh , lady bright ! can it be right —-—-- This window open to the night ? The wanton airs , from the tree - top , Laughingly through the ...
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... sleeps . Oh , may her sleep , Which is enduring , so be deep ! Heaven have her in its sacred keep ! This chamber changed for one more holy , This bed for one more melancholy , I pray to God that she may lie For ever with unopened eye ...
... sleeps . Oh , may her sleep , Which is enduring , so be deep ! Heaven have her in its sacred keep ! This chamber changed for one more holy , This bed for one more melancholy , I pray to God that she may lie For ever with unopened eye ...
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... sleep , you must slumber In just such a bed : My tantalized spirit Here blandly reposes , Forgetting , or never Regretting its roses Its old agitations Of myrtles and roses : For now , while so quietly Lying , it fancies A holier odour ...
... sleep , you must slumber In just such a bed : My tantalized spirit Here blandly reposes , Forgetting , or never Regretting its roses Its old agitations Of myrtles and roses : For now , while so quietly Lying , it fancies A holier odour ...
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... sleep on her breast- Deeply to sleep From the heaven of her breast . When the light was extinguished , She covered me warm , And she prayed to the angels To keep me from harm— To the queen of the angels To shield me from harm . And I ...
... sleep on her breast- Deeply to sleep From the heaven of her breast . When the light was extinguished , She covered me warm , And she prayed to the angels To keep me from harm— To the queen of the angels To shield me from harm . And I ...
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A. M. MADOT Aaraaf Al Aaraaf ALESSANDRA Allan amid angels ANNABEL LEE Auber BALDAZZAR beauty bells beneath bird BIRKET FOSTER breast breath bright Broadway Journal CASTIGLIONE chamber door Cooper death didst dost dream Earl of Leicester Earth EDGAR ALLAN POE Eulalie F. R. PICKERSGILL fair fancy feel fell flowers gentle glory golden happy hath hear heart heaven Israfel JACINTA JASPER CROPSEY JOHN TENNIEL lake LALAGE Lenore light lone maiden melody moon never Nevermore night o'er odours passion poem poet POETIC PRINCIPLE poetical poetry POLITIAN quarrel Quoth the Raven rhyme SCENES FROM POLITIAN seraph shadow sigh skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars strange sweet tears thee things thou art thou hast thro throne Truth ULALUME unto voice W. J. Linton wandering wave wild wind wing words young
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Page 44 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Page 6 - 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 245 - And thinking of the days that are no more. 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 33 - 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 240 - 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 ? 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 ! Oh ! it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Page 5 - 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 lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining With the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore I Then methought the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls Tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Page 4 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he, not...
Page 34 - 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 6 - 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 31 - 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...