The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan PoeH. Frowde, 1909 - 316 ページ |
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... idea and mine of poetry , I feel to be false - the less poetical the critic , the less just the critique , and the converse . On this account , and because there are but few B- -s in the world , I would be as much ashamed of the world's ...
... idea and mine of poetry , I feel to be false - the less poetical the critic , the less just the critique , and the converse . On this account , and because there are but few B- -s in the world , I would be as much ashamed of the world's ...
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... idea , with as many appellations as the nine - titled Corcyra ! Give me , I demanded of a scholar some time ago , give me a definition of Poetry . Très volontiers ' — and he pro- ceeded to his library , brought me a Dr. Johnson , and ...
... idea , with as many appellations as the nine - titled Corcyra ! Give me , I demanded of a scholar some time ago , give me a definition of Poetry . Très volontiers ' — and he pro- ceeded to his library , brought me a Dr. Johnson , and ...
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... idea , is simply music : the idea , without the music , is prose from its very definiteness . What was meant by the invective against ' him who had no music in his soul ' ? " To sum up this long rigmarole , I have , dear B what you no ...
... idea , is simply music : the idea , without the music , is prose from its very definiteness . What was meant by the invective against ' him who had no music in his soul ' ? " To sum up this long rigmarole , I have , dear B what you no ...
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... Idea of Beauty ' into birth , ( Falling in wreaths thro ' many a startled star , Like woman's hair ' mid pearls , until , afar , It lit on hills Achaian , and there dwelt ) She looked into Infinity - and knelt . Rich clouds , for ...
... Idea of Beauty ' into birth , ( Falling in wreaths thro ' many a startled star , Like woman's hair ' mid pearls , until , afar , It lit on hills Achaian , and there dwelt ) She looked into Infinity - and knelt . Rich clouds , for ...
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... idea Will to melody run , O ! is it thy will On the breezes to toss ? Or , capriciously still , Like the lone Albatross , Incumbent on night ( As she on the air ) To keep watch with delight On the harmony there ? Ligeia ! wherever Thy ...
... idea Will to melody run , O ! is it thy will On the breezes to toss ? Or , capriciously still , Like the lone Albatross , Incumbent on night ( As she on the air ) To keep watch with delight On the harmony there ? Ligeia ! wherever Thy ...
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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...