Poems and essaysA. and C. Black, 1883 |
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... 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 " Nevermore . " But the Raven , sitting lonely on that placid bust , spoke only ...
... 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 " Nevermore . " But the Raven , sitting lonely on that placid bust , spoke only ...
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... human heart a stone- They are neither man nor woman- They are neither brute nor human- They are Ghouls : And their king it is who tolls ; And he rolls , rolls , rolls , Α Rolls pæan from the bells ! And his merry bosom swells With the ...
... human heart a stone- They are neither man nor woman- They are neither brute nor human- They are Ghouls : And their king it is who tolls ; And he rolls , rolls , rolls , Α Rolls pæan from the bells ! And his merry bosom swells With the ...
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... out The scenic solitude ! It writhes ! -it writhes ! -with mortal pangs The mimes become its food , And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued . Out - out are the lights - out all ! THE CONQUEROR WORM . 27 21 IX.
... out The scenic solitude ! It writhes ! -it writhes ! -with mortal pangs The mimes become its food , And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued . Out - out are the lights - out all ! THE CONQUEROR WORM . 27 21 IX.
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... human brain Beyond the utterance of the human tongue : And now , as if in mockery of that boast , Two words - two foreign , soft , dissyllables- Italian tones , made only to be murmured By angels dreaming in the moonlit " dew That hangs ...
... human brain Beyond the utterance of the human tongue : And now , as if in mockery of that boast , Two words - two foreign , soft , dissyllables- Italian tones , made only to be murmured By angels dreaming in the moonlit " dew That hangs ...
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... human memories and tearful lore , Render him terrorless : his name's " No More . " He is the corporate Silence : dread him not ! No power hath he of evil in himself ; But should some urgent fate ( untimely lot ) ! Bring thee to meet his ...
... human memories and tearful lore , Render him terrorless : his name's " No More . " He is the corporate Silence : dread him not ! No power hath he of evil in himself ; But should some urgent fate ( untimely lot ) ! Bring thee to meet his ...
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Page 6 - 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 5 - 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 18 - 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. J 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 273 - 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 5 - 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 2 - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger ; hesitating then no longer,
Page 28 - By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule — From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE — out of TIME.
Page 275 - 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...
Page 1 - 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 199 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.