Poems and essaysA. and C. Black, 1883 |
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... Night's Plutonian shore ! " Quoth the Raven , " Nevermore . " Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly , Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore ; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human ...
... Night's Plutonian shore ! " Quoth the Raven , " Nevermore . " Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly , Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore ; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human ...
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... 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 ! " Quoth ...
... 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 ! " Quoth ...
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... night ! While the stars , that oversprinkle All the heavens , seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight ; Keeping time , time , time , In a sort of Runic rhyme , To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells® From the bells , bells ...
... night ! While the stars , that oversprinkle All the heavens , seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight ; Keeping time , time , time , In a sort of Runic rhyme , To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells® From the bells , bells ...
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... night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak , They can only shriek , shriek , Out of tune , In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire , In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping ...
... night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak , They can only shriek , shriek , Out of tune , In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire , In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping ...
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... 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 , All alone ...
... 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 , All alone ...
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6 ページ - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
5 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!
18 ページ - 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. J 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.
273 ページ - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
5 ページ - 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!
2 ページ - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger ; hesitating then no longer,
28 ページ - By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule — From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE — out of TIME.
275 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...
1 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.
199 ページ - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.