The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan PoeH. Frowde, 1909 - 316 ページ |
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... syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining , with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er , But whose velvet violet ...
... syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining , with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er , But whose velvet violet ...
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... syllables ! Do not forget The trivialest point , or you may lose your labour ! And yet there is in this no Gordian knot Which one might not undo without a sabre , 10 If one could merely comprehend the plot . Enwritten upon the leaf ...
... syllables ! Do not forget The trivialest point , or you may lose your labour ! And yet there is in this no Gordian knot Which one might not undo without a sabre , 10 If one could merely comprehend the plot . Enwritten upon the leaf ...
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... syllable followed by a short : the first line of the stanza consists of eight of these feet - the second of seven and a half ( in effect two- thirds ) the third of eight - the fourth of seven and a half - the fifth the same- -the sixth ...
... syllable followed by a short : the first line of the stanza consists of eight of these feet - the second of seven and a half ( in effect two- thirds ) the third of eight - the fourth of seven and a half - the fifth the same- -the sixth ...
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... syllable is wanting , the verse is said to be catalectic ; when the measure is exact , the line is acatalectic ; when there is a redundant syllable it forms ... syllables differing in quantity . ' The commence- THE RATIONALE OF VERSE 263.
... syllable is wanting , the verse is said to be catalectic ; when the measure is exact , the line is acatalectic ; when there is a redundant syllable it forms ... syllables differing in quantity . ' The commence- THE RATIONALE OF VERSE 263.
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Edgar Allan Poe Reginald Brimley Johnson. " of syllables differing in quantity . ' The commence- ment of this definition might apply , indeed , to the art of versification , but not versification itself . Ver- sification is not the art ...
Edgar Allan Poe Reginald Brimley Johnson. " of syllables differing in quantity . ' The commence- ment of this definition might apply , indeed , to the art of versification , but not versification itself . Ver- sification is not the art ...
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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...