The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan PoeT. Crowell, 1902 - 288 ページ |
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... throne in possession . Besides , one might suppose that books , like their authors , improve by travel — their having crossed the sea is , with us , so great a distinction . Our antiquaries abandon time for distance ; our very fops ...
... throne in possession . Besides , one might suppose that books , like their authors , improve by travel — their having crossed the sea is , with us , so great a distinction . Our antiquaries abandon time for distance ; our very fops ...
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... withering portion with the fame , The searing glory which hath shone Amid the Jewels of my throne , Halo of Hell ! and with a pain Not Hell shall make me fear again ― O craving heart , for the lost flowers And sunshine Tamerlane I.
... withering portion with the fame , The searing glory which hath shone Amid the Jewels of my throne , Halo of Hell ! and with a pain Not Hell shall make me fear again ― O craving heart , for the lost flowers And sunshine Tamerlane I.
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... throne . My passions , from that hapless hour , Usurp'd a tyranny which men Have deem'd , since I have reach'd to power , My innate nature be it so : But , father , there liv'd one who , then , Then - in my boyhood when their fire Burn ...
... throne . My passions , from that hapless hour , Usurp'd a tyranny which men Have deem'd , since I have reach'd to power , My innate nature be it so : But , father , there liv'd one who , then , Then - in my boyhood when their fire Burn ...
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... throne Of half the world as all my own , And murmur'd at such lowly lot But , just like any other dream , Upon the vapor of the dew My own had past , did not the beam Of beauty which did while it thro ' - The minute the hour — the day ...
... throne Of half the world as all my own , And murmur'd at such lowly lot But , just like any other dream , Upon the vapor of the dew My own had past , did not the beam Of beauty which did while it thro ' - The minute the hour — the day ...
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... throne Too well that I should let it be Light in the wilderness alone . I wrapp'd myself in grandeur then And donn'd a visionary crown Yet it was not that Fantasy Had thrown her mantle over me But that , among the rabble - - men ...
... throne Too well that I should let it be Light in the wilderness alone . I wrapp'd myself in grandeur then And donn'd a visionary crown Yet it was not that Fantasy Had thrown her mantle over me But that , among the rabble - - men ...
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Aaraaf Al Aaraaf AMERICAN WHIG REVIEW angels ANNABEL LEE awake Baldazzar Baltimore Saturday Visiter beauty bells breast bright Broadway Journal BURTON'S GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE Castiglione Chivers dead death deep doth dream Earth EDITOR'S NOTE eternal fancy fire flowers follows glory GRAHAM'S MAGAZINE Griswold happy hath heart Heaven Home Journal hope hour Ianthe Israfel Jacinta John Neal lake Lalage Lenore light Line Lorimer Graham maiden melody moon mountain Nevermore night o'er pass'd passion PHILADELPHIA SATURDAY MUSEUM Poe's poem poet poetic poetry Politian Raven red levin seraphs shadow Silence skies sleep song soul sound Southern Literary Messenger spirit stanza star sweet Tamerlane thee thine thou art thought thro throne Tycho Brahe Ulalume Variations of 1829 Variations of Broadway Variations of Southern verse voice WHIG wild wind wing words young
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116 ページ - 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...
93 ページ - 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.
84 ページ - But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate !) And, round about his home, the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.
98 ページ - 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!
218 ページ - 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.
118 ページ - Oh, from out the sounding cells What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
96 ページ - 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.
115 ページ - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / 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. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
92 ページ - 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.
112 ページ - And I lie so composedly, Now, in my bed, (Knowing her love), That you fancy me dead And I rest so contentedly, Now, in my bed (With her love at my breast), That you fancy me dead That you shudder to look at me, Thinking me dead...