The Complete Poems of Edgar Allan PoeHoughton Mifflin, 1911 - 304 ページ |
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... feel in the way , and put him to work in his firm's counting - house . Here Poe chewed the cud of bitter discontent . He first wrote a letter to The Mills Nursery of Philadelphia , Pennsylvania , with whom the Allan firm had dealings ...
... feel in the way , and put him to work in his firm's counting - house . Here Poe chewed the cud of bitter discontent . He first wrote a letter to The Mills Nursery of Philadelphia , Pennsylvania , with whom the Allan firm had dealings ...
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... that he was entitled to more salary , or a proprietary interest in the journal , but White did not feel inclined to offer either . Poe was also becoming very solicitous for the publication of his tales , and anxious to MEMOIR xxxix.
... that he was entitled to more salary , or a proprietary interest in the journal , but White did not feel inclined to offer either . Poe was also becoming very solicitous for the publication of his tales , and anxious to MEMOIR xxxix.
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... feel his presence . After a while my aunt , who was nearer his age , said : ' This seems to be just the time and place for poetry , Mr. Poe . ' And it was . We all felt it . The old Hygeia stood some distance from the water , but with ...
... feel his presence . After a while my aunt , who was nearer his age , said : ' This seems to be just the time and place for poetry , Mr. Poe . ' And it was . We all felt it . The old Hygeia stood some distance from the water , but with ...
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... feel for its misfortunes , will sym- pathize with you as you gather around the resting - place of all that was mortal of Edgar Allan Poe , and raise the stone inscribed with one of the few names which will outlive the graven record ...
... feel for its misfortunes , will sym- pathize with you as you gather around the resting - place of all that was mortal of Edgar Allan Poe , and raise the stone inscribed with one of the few names which will outlive the graven record ...
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... feel ye now I feel ye in your strength O spells more sure than e'er Judæan king Taught in the gardens of Gethsemane ! O charms more potent than the rapt Chaldee Ever drew down from out the quiet stars ! Here , where a hero fell , a ...
... feel ye now I feel ye in your strength O spells more sure than e'er Judæan king Taught in the gardens of Gethsemane ! O charms more potent than the rapt Chaldee Ever drew down from out the quiet stars ! Here , where a hero fell , a ...
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196 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.
78 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.
24 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.
63 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...
25 ページ - An unimpassioned song; To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest! Merrily live, and long! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — Well may the stars be mute!
63 ページ - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future...
36 ページ - But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued.
84 ページ - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb; And I said— "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?
270 ページ - ROMANCE, who loves to nod and sing, With drowsy head and folded wing, Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake, To me a painted paroquet Hath been — a most familiar bird — Taught me my alphabet to say — To lisp my very earliest word While in the wild wood I did lie, A child — with a most knowing eye. Of late, eternal Condor years So shake the very Heaven on high With tumult as they thunder by, I have no time for idle cares Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
31 ページ - On! on!"— but o'er the Past (Dim gulf) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast! For alas! alas! with me The light of life is o'er. "No more — no more...