The Complete Poems of Edgar Allan PoeFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1895 - 353 pages |
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... gives me sigh for sigh , And all day long Shines bright and strong , Astarte within the sky , While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye , - While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye . ELDORADO . GAYLY bedight ...
... gives me sigh for sigh , And all day long Shines bright and strong , Astarte within the sky , While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye , - While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye . ELDORADO . GAYLY bedight ...
Page 81
... Give up thy soul to penitence , and pray ! Lal . ( arising hurriedly ) . I cannot pray ! — My soul is at war with God ! The frightful sounds of merriment below Disturb my senses - Go ! -I cannot pray- The sweet airs from the garden ...
... Give up thy soul to penitence , and pray ! Lal . ( arising hurriedly ) . I cannot pray ! — My soul is at war with God ! The frightful sounds of merriment below Disturb my senses - Go ! -I cannot pray- The sweet airs from the garden ...
Page 84
... Give way unto these humors . Be thyself ! Shake off the idle fancies that beset thee , And live , for now thou diest ! Politian . Not so , Baldazzar ! Surely I live . Bal . Politian , it doth grieve me To see thee thus . Pol . Baldazzar ...
... Give way unto these humors . Be thyself ! Shake off the idle fancies that beset thee , And live , for now thou diest ! Politian . Not so , Baldazzar ! Surely I live . Bal . Politian , it doth grieve me To see thee thus . Pol . Baldazzar ...
Page 86
... Give not thy soul to dreams : the camp — the court— Befit thee . Fame awaits thee ! Glory calls ! And her the trumpet - tongued thou wilt not hear , In hearkening to imaginary sounds And phantom voices . Pol . It is a phantom voice ...
... Give not thy soul to dreams : the camp — the court— Befit thee . Fame awaits thee ! Glory calls ! And her the trumpet - tongued thou wilt not hear , In hearkening to imaginary sounds And phantom voices . Pol . It is a phantom voice ...
Page 89
... give- Freely would give - the broad lands of my earldom To look upon the face hidden by yon lattice . 66 To gaze upon that veiled face , and hear Once more that silent tongue . " Bal . Let me beg you , sir , Descend with me : the Duke ...
... give- Freely would give - the broad lands of my earldom To look upon the face hidden by yon lattice . 66 To gaze upon that veiled face , and hear Once more that silent tongue . " Bal . Let me beg you , sir , Descend with me : the Duke ...
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Page 21 - 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 4 - 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: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 16 - 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 23 - The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know. In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night. Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Page 25 - THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Page 42 - And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody; While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh — but smile no more.
Page 22 - 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.
Page 2 - 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 229 - What song the syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
Page 20 - Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon.