Works, Volume 2W.J. Widdleton, 1876 |
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... THOU ART THE MAN ,. 299 306 311 322 347 351 363 376 383 392 398 408 418 THE SPHINX , 433 SOME WORDS WITH A MUMMY ,. 438 HOP - FROG , .. 455 FOUR BEASTS IN ONE ; THE HOMO - CAMELEopard ,. 465 WHY THE LITTLE FRENCHMAN WEARS HIS HAND IN A ...
... THOU ART THE MAN ,. 299 306 311 322 347 351 363 376 383 392 398 408 418 THE SPHINX , 433 SOME WORDS WITH A MUMMY ,. 438 HOP - FROG , .. 455 FOUR BEASTS IN ONE ; THE HOMO - CAMELEopard ,. 465 WHY THE LITTLE FRENCHMAN WEARS HIS HAND IN A ...
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... thou art ! O , lift me from the grass ! I die , I faint , I fail ! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale . My cheek is cold and white , alas ! My heart beats loud and fast : Oh ! press it close to thine again , Where ...
... thou art ! O , lift me from the grass ! I die , I faint , I fail ! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale . My cheek is cold and white , alas ! My heart beats loud and fast : Oh ! press it close to thine again , Where ...
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... thou art . Thou hast call'd me thy Angel in moments of bliss , And thy Angel I'll be , ' mid the horrors of this , — Through the furnace , unshrinking , thy steps to pursue , And shield thee , and save thee , - -or perish there too ! It ...
... thou art . Thou hast call'd me thy Angel in moments of bliss , And thy Angel I'll be , ' mid the horrors of this , — Through the furnace , unshrinking , thy steps to pursue , And shield thee , and save thee , - -or perish there too ! It ...
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... thou didst not forsake , Though loved , thou forborest to grieve me , Though slandered , thou never couldst shake , - Though trusted , thou didst not disclaim me , Though parted , it was not to fly , Though watchful , ' t was not to ...
... thou didst not forsake , Though loved , thou forborest to grieve me , Though slandered , thou never couldst shake , - Though trusted , thou didst not disclaim me , Though parted , it was not to fly , Though watchful , ' t was not to ...
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... chamber door- Perched , and sat , and nothing more . Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling , By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore , 66 Though thy crest be shorn and shaven , thou THE RAVEN .
... chamber door- Perched , and sat , and nothing more . Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling , By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore , 66 Though thy crest be shorn and shaven , thou THE RAVEN .
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Page 28 - 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, For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE...
Page 9 - 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 xvii - 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 11 - 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 25 - 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 xxiv - 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 24 - 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 7 - 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 27 - ANNABEL LEE. 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. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea...
Page 46 - 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.