Poems and essaysA. and C. Black, 1883 |
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... the mirror . ) Ha ! here at least's a friend - too much a friend In earlier days - a friend will not deceive thee . Fair mirror and true ! now tell me ( for thou canst ) A tale a pretty tale - and heed thou not 40 POEMS .
... the mirror . ) Ha ! here at least's a friend - too much a friend In earlier days - a friend will not deceive thee . Fair mirror and true ! now tell me ( for thou canst ) A tale a pretty tale - and heed thou not 40 POEMS .
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... true ! -thou liest not ! Thou hast no end to gain - no heart to break- Castiglione lied who said he loved- Thou true - he false false ! -false ! ( While she speaks , a monk enters her apartment and approaches unobserved . ) Monk ...
... true ! -thou liest not ! Thou hast no end to gain - no heart to break- Castiglione lied who said he loved- Thou true - he false false ! -false ! ( While she speaks , a monk enters her apartment and approaches unobserved . ) Monk ...
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... true- All very true . Thou art my friend , Baldazzar , And I have not forgotten it - thou'lt do me A piece of service ; wilt thou go back and say Unto this man , that I , the Earl of Leicester , Hold him a villain ? —thus much , I ...
... true- All very true . Thou art my friend , Baldazzar , And I have not forgotten it - thou'lt do me A piece of service ; wilt thou go back and say Unto this man , that I , the Earl of Leicester , Hold him a villain ? —thus much , I ...
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... true . I am the veriest coward . Pol . ( greatly softened ) . Cas . And Lalage- Alas ! my lord , In such a cause O pity me ! Alas ! -I do - indeed I pity thee . Pol . Scoundrel ! —arise and die ! Cas . It needeth not be - thus - thus ...
... true . I am the veriest coward . Pol . ( greatly softened ) . Cas . And Lalage- Alas ! my lord , In such a cause O pity me ! Alas ! -I do - indeed I pity thee . Pol . Scoundrel ! —arise and die ! Cas . It needeth not be - thus - thus ...
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... true daughter of Old Time thou art ! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes . Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart , Vulture , whose wings are dull realities ? How should he love thee or how deem thee wise , Who wouldst ...
... true daughter of Old Time thou art ! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes . Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart , Vulture , whose wings are dull realities ? How should he love thee or how deem thee wise , Who wouldst ...
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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.