The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan PoeH. Frowde, 1909 - 316 ページ |
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... suggested for the next verse , ' The heavy iron Bells ' ; and this Poe also expanded into a stanza . He next copied out the complete poem , and headed it , ' By Mrs. M. L. Shew , ' remarking that it was her poem , as she had suggested ...
... suggested for the next verse , ' The heavy iron Bells ' ; and this Poe also expanded into a stanza . He next copied out the complete poem , and headed it , ' By Mrs. M. L. Shew , ' remarking that it was her poem , as she had suggested ...
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... suggested by Mr. Ingram . DREAMS . ( PAGE 7. ) 1. 16. In climes of my imagining , apart ] A most ingenious emenda- tion of Mr. Ingram's , for the original ' Inclines of mine imagin- ary apart ' . Readings of Wilmer MS . : - 1. 5. cold ...
... suggested by Mr. Ingram . DREAMS . ( PAGE 7. ) 1. 16. In climes of my imagining , apart ] A most ingenious emenda- tion of Mr. Ingram's , for the original ' Inclines of mine imagin- ary apart ' . Readings of Wilmer MS . : - 1. 5. cold ...
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... suggested various alterations and substitutions . Poe adopted many of them . Du Solle quotes particular instances of phrases that were incorporated at his suggestion , and thus The Raven was a kind of joint - stock affair in which many ...
... suggested various alterations and substitutions . Poe adopted many of them . Du Solle quotes particular instances of phrases that were incorporated at his suggestion , and thus The Raven was a kind of joint - stock affair in which many ...
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... suggested by Chateaubriand , who writes : ' Je souriais à ses noms d'Isola d'oro , de Fior di Levante . Ce nom de fleur me rappelle que l'hyacinthe étoit originaire de l'île de Zante , et que cette île reçut son nom de la plante qu'elle ...
... suggested by Chateaubriand , who writes : ' Je souriais à ses noms d'Isola d'oro , de Fior di Levante . Ce nom de fleur me rappelle que l'hyacinthe étoit originaire de l'île de Zante , et que cette île reçut son nom de la plante qu'elle ...
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... suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And to - night I long for rest . Read from some humbler poet , Whose songs gushed from his heart , As showers from the clouds of summer , Or tears from the eyelids start ; indifferent Who ...
... suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And to - night I long for rest . Read from some humbler poet , Whose songs gushed from his heart , As showers from the clouds of summer , Or tears from the eyelids start ; indifferent Who ...
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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...