Works, 第 2 巻W.J. Widdleton, 1876 |
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... eyes of Amaryllis in the mirror , so is the mere oral or written repetition of these forms , and sounds , and colors , and odors , and sentiments , a duplicate source of delight . But this mere repetition is not poetry . He who shall ...
... eyes of Amaryllis in the mirror , so is the mere oral or written repetition of these forms , and sounds , and colors , and odors , and sentiments , a duplicate source of delight . But this mere repetition is not poetry . He who shall ...
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... eyes , close them , Staring so blindly ! Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity , As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity . Perishing gloomily , Spurred by contumely , Cold inhumanity , Burning insanity ...
... eyes , close them , Staring so blindly ! Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity , As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity . Perishing gloomily , Spurred by contumely , Cold inhumanity , Burning insanity ...
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... eyes , In looking on the happy Autumn - fields , And thinking of the days that are no more . Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail , That brings our friends up from the underworld , Sad as the last which reddens over one That ...
... eyes , In looking on the happy Autumn - fields , And thinking of the days that are no more . Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail , That brings our friends up from the underworld , Sad as the last which reddens over one That ...
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... 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 lamp - light gloated o'er , But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp - light gloating o'er ...
... 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 lamp - light gloated o'er , But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp - light gloating o'er ...
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... eyes- The life still there , upon her hair - the death upon her eyes . " Avaunt ! to - night my heart is light . No dirge will I upraise , " But waft the angel on her flight with a Pean of old days ! " Let no bell toll ! -lest her sweet ...
... eyes- The life still there , upon her hair - the death upon her eyes . " Avaunt ! to - night my heart is light . No dirge will I upraise , " But waft the angel on her flight with a Pean of old days ! " Let no bell toll ! -lest her sweet ...
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61 Cygni absolute Al Aaraaf altogether ANNABEL LEE appearance atoms beautiful bells Bon-Bon cæsura called cameleopard catalectic centre CHARMION cluster comprehend conceive course dactyl diffusion distance Divine door dream Earth effect epoch equality exist eyes fact fancy feel feet foot force gentleman Goodfellow hand hath head heart Heaven hexameter Hop-Frog iambus idea imagine irradiation king length less light look Madame Lalande Majesty matter means merely mind moon natural never Nevermore night Nosology oblong box observed Old Charley once ourang-outangs Pennifeather perceive phænomena planets poem poetical Politian precisely principle Prosodies Quoth the Raven regard replied rhyme rhythm scansion seemed seen sense shadow short syllables soul speak spirit spondaic spondee stars suppose tendency thee thing thou thought thousand tion trochaic trochee truth Unity Universe verse voice word
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28 ページ - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we — Of many far wiser than we — And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE, For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE...
9 ページ - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
xvii ページ - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
11 ページ - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
25 ページ - Hear the tolling of the bells, Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! 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.
xxiv ページ - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
24 ページ - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
7 ページ - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
27 ページ - ANNABEL LEE. IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; 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...
46 ページ - In Heaven a spirit doth dwell "Whose heart-strings are a lute"; None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, And the giddy stars (so legends tell), Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell Of his voice, all mute.