The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With Original MemoirJ. S. Redfield, 1858 - 247 pages |
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... feeling exists , that in probing the lives of poets we may learn something of the art by which they produced their works . But it is like the useless labour of Reynolds , who scraped a painting by Titian to learn the secret of his ...
... feeling exists , that in probing the lives of poets we may learn something of the art by which they produced their works . But it is like the useless labour of Reynolds , who scraped a painting by Titian to learn the secret of his ...
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... and Willis have sketched him with gentleness and a reverent feeling for his genius ; and Griswold , his literary executor , in his fuller biography , has generously suppressed much that he might have given . xix MEMOIR .
... and Willis have sketched him with gentleness and a reverent feeling for his genius ; and Griswold , his literary executor , in his fuller biography , has generously suppressed much that he might have given . xix MEMOIR .
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... feeling , which made his criticisms so severe , and procured him a host of enemies among persons towards whom he never entertained any personal ill - will . He criticised his own productions with the same severity that he exercised ...
... feeling , which made his criticisms so severe , and procured him a host of enemies among persons towards whom he never entertained any personal ill - will . He criticised his own productions with the same severity that he exercised ...
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... feel no wrong ! The sweet Lenore hath " gone before , " with Hope , that flew beside , Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride- For her , the fair and débonnaire , that now so lowly lies , The life upon her ...
... feel no wrong ! The sweet Lenore hath " gone before , " with Hope , that flew beside , Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride- For her , the fair and débonnaire , that now so lowly lies , The life upon her ...
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... feel ye now- -I feel ye in your strength- O spells more sure than e'er Judæan king Taught in the gardens of Gethsemane ! O charms more potent than the rapt Chaldee Ever drew down from out the quiet stars ! Here , where a hero fell , a ...
... feel ye now- -I feel ye in your strength- O spells more sure than e'er Judæan king Taught in the gardens of Gethsemane ! O charms more potent than the rapt Chaldee Ever drew down from out the quiet stars ! Here , where a hero fell , a ...
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Page 42 - I 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 42 - 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 90 - On seas less hideously serene. But lo, a stir is in the air! The wave — there is a movement there! As if the towers had thrust aside, In slightly sinking, the dull tide — As if their tops had feebly given A void within the filmy Heaven.
Page 243 - T was folly not sooner to shun ; And if dearly that error hath cost me, And more than I once could foresee, I have found that, whatever it lost me, It could not deprive me of thee.
Page 244 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, 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 7 - Nevermore." "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 37 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people, They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human, They are Ghouls...
Page 42 - 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 243 - To pain— it shall not be its slave. There is many a pang to pursue me ; They may crush, but they shall not contemn; They may torture, but shall not subdue me; 'Tis of thee that I think— not of them.
Page 59 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago), And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.