The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan PoeH. Frowde, 1909 - 316 ページ |
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... Heaven . Drawn by their heart's passion , and that tone , That high tone of the spirit which hath striven Tho ' not with Faith - with godliness - whose throne With desperate energy ' t hath beaten down ; Wearing its own deep feeling as ...
... Heaven . Drawn by their heart's passion , and that tone , That high tone of the spirit which hath striven Tho ' not with Faith - with godliness - whose throne With desperate energy ' t hath beaten down ; Wearing its own deep feeling as ...
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... Heavens , Her beam on the waves . I gazed awhile On her cold smile ; Too cold - too cold for me— There pass'd , as a ... Heaven at night , And more I admire Thy distant fire , Than that colder , lowly light . 10 20 DREAMS [ Tamerlane and ...
... Heavens , Her beam on the waves . I gazed awhile On her cold smile ; Too cold - too cold for me— There pass'd , as a ... Heaven at night , And more I admire Thy distant fire , Than that colder , lowly light . 10 20 DREAMS [ Tamerlane and ...
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... Heaven , For I have revelf'd , when the sun was bright I ' the summer sky , in dreams of living light And loveliness , -have left my very heart In climes of my imagining , apart 10 From mine own home , with beings that have been Of mine ...
... Heaven , For I have revelf'd , when the sun was bright I ' the summer sky , in dreams of living light And loveliness , -have left my very heart In climes of my imagining , apart 10 From mine own home , with beings that have been Of mine ...
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... Heaven With light like hope to mortals given , But their red orbs , without beam , To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever . Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish , Now are visions ne'er ...
... Heaven With light like hope to mortals given , But their red orbs , without beam , To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever . Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish , Now are visions ne'er ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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116 ページ - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
236 ページ - 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.
19 ページ - 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," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
126 ページ - 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: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells!
255 ページ - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not...
126 ページ - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! 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...
255 ページ - But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing...
122 ページ - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. 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. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
23 ページ - 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!
129 ページ - 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...