The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan PoeGriffin, 1865 - 191 pages |
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... golden palaces , to repose by the waterfalls of Elysian gardens . " His scenery is everywhere magnificent . His genius is always waited upon with the splendour of an oriental monarch . I have spoken of the tinge of melancholy which ...
... golden palaces , to repose by the waterfalls of Elysian gardens . " His scenery is everywhere magnificent . His genius is always waited upon with the splendour of an oriental monarch . I have spoken of the tinge of melancholy which ...
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... -weep now , or never more ? See , on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love Lenore ! Come , let the burial rite be read , the. Ан , broken is the golden bowl ! the spirit flown for HEAR the sledges with the bells-. LENORE.
... -weep now , or never more ? See , on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love Lenore ! Come , let the burial rite be read , the. Ан , broken is the golden bowl ! the spirit flown for HEAR the sledges with the bells-. LENORE.
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... , from fiends below , the indignant ghost is riven ; From hell unto a high estate far up within the heaven ; From grief and groan , to a golden throne beside the King of heaven . ” HYMN . Ar morn , at noon , at twilight LENORE . 47.
... , from fiends below , the indignant ghost is riven ; From hell unto a high estate far up within the heaven ; From grief and groan , to a golden throne beside the King of heaven . ” HYMN . Ar morn , at noon , at twilight LENORE . 47.
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... as text , though bidden by thee , I cannot write - I cannot speak or think— Alas ! I cannot feel ; for ' tis not feeling , This standing motionless upon the golden Threshold of the wide - open gate of dreams , 51 ΤΟ ISRAFEL.
... as text , though bidden by thee , I cannot write - I cannot speak or think— Alas ! I cannot feel ; for ' tis not feeling , This standing motionless upon the golden Threshold of the wide - open gate of dreams , 51 ΤΟ ISRAFEL.
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... golden throne the monarch lolled , Glides , spectre - like , unto his marble home , Lit by the wan light of the horned moon , The swift and silent lizard of the stones ! IV . But stay ! these walls - these ivy 54 THE COLISEUM .
... golden throne the monarch lolled , Glides , spectre - like , unto his marble home , Lit by the wan light of the horned moon , The swift and silent lizard of the stones ! IV . But stay ! these walls - these ivy 54 THE COLISEUM .
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The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With a Notice of His Life and Genius Edgar Allan Poe,James Hannay No preview available - 1856 |
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Page 43 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Page 39 - 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,
Page 41 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Page 39 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
Page 37 - This it is and nothing more." 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 "—here I opened wide the door.
Page 61 - 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...
Page 42 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Page 68 - 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 ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Page xix - Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, 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,...
Page 42 - 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!