The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan PoeH. Frowde, 1909 - 316 ページ |
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... Accented sylla- bles are of course always long - but , where unen- cumbered with consonants , must be classed among the unnaturally long . Mere custom has declared that we shall accent them - that is to say , dwell upon them ; but no ...
... Accented sylla- bles are of course always long - but , where unen- cumbered with consonants , must be classed among the unnaturally long . Mere custom has declared that we shall accent them - that is to say , dwell upon them ; but no ...
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... accented with inverted crescents . It is objectionable solely on account of its position as the opening foot of a trochaic rhythm . Memory , similarly accented , is also a bastard trochee , but unobjectionable , although by no means ...
... accented with inverted crescents . It is objectionable solely on account of its position as the opening foot of a trochaic rhythm . Memory , similarly accented , is also a bastard trochee , but unobjectionable , although by no means ...
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... , I cite it , lies yet farther on in our topic . 6 The two divisions , thoughts that ' and ' come to ' , are ordinary trochees . Of the last division , ' me , ' wo 6 will talk hereafter . would be thus accented by 290 THE RATIONALE OF ...
... , I cite it , lies yet farther on in our topic . 6 The two divisions , thoughts that ' and ' come to ' , are ordinary trochees . Of the last division , ' me , ' wo 6 will talk hereafter . would be thus accented by 290 THE RATIONALE OF ...
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Edgar Allan Poe Reginald Brimley Johnson. 6 will talk hereafter . would be thus accented by the Greek Prosodies , ' măny ǎre thě , ' and would be called by them ɑστpo- Aoyos . The Latin books would style the foot Poeon Primus , and both ...
Edgar Allan Poe Reginald Brimley Johnson. 6 will talk hereafter . would be thus accented by the Greek Prosodies , ' măny ǎre thě , ' and would be called by them ɑστpo- Aoyos . The Latin books would style the foot Poeon Primus , and both ...
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... accented the caesura with a dotted line ( ······· ) by way of expressing this variability of value . I observed just now that there could be no such foot as one of two short syllables . What we start from in the very beginning of all ...
... accented the caesura with a dotted line ( ······· ) by way of expressing this variability of value . I observed just now that there could be no such foot as one of two short syllables . What we start from in the very beginning of all ...
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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...