The Complete Poems of Edgar Allan PoeHoughton Mifflin, 1911 - 304 ページ |
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... writer who neglects punctuation , or mis - punctuates , is liable to be misunderstood . It does not seem to be known that , even when the sense is perfectly clear , a sentence may be de- prived of half its force- its spirit - its point ...
... writer who neglects punctuation , or mis - punctuates , is liable to be misunderstood . It does not seem to be known that , even when the sense is perfectly clear , a sentence may be de- prived of half its force- its spirit - its point ...
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... ago . " This swimming feat has been frequently mentioned . In a letter to a Richmond editor in May , 1835 , Poe 1 The attorneys ' letters are still preserved in Richmond . wrote : " The writer seems to compare my swim xxviii MEMOIR.
... ago . " This swimming feat has been frequently mentioned . In a letter to a Richmond editor in May , 1835 , Poe 1 The attorneys ' letters are still preserved in Richmond . wrote : " The writer seems to compare my swim xxviii MEMOIR.
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Edgar Allan Poe James Howard Whitty. wrote : " The writer seems to compare my swim with that of Lord Byron , whereas there can be no comparison between them . Any swimmer ' in the falls ' in my days , would have swum the Hellespont , and ...
Edgar Allan Poe James Howard Whitty. wrote : " The writer seems to compare my swim with that of Lord Byron , whereas there can be no comparison between them . Any swimmer ' in the falls ' in my days , would have swum the Hellespont , and ...
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... writing to a Cincinnati newspaper and wanted to know if I was writing poetry . I told him no . He replied that so much manuscript reminded him of a Baltimore acquaintance named Poe . I thought at once that he had reference to Henry Poe ...
... writing to a Cincinnati newspaper and wanted to know if I was writing poetry . I told him no . He replied that so much manuscript reminded him of a Baltimore acquaintance named Poe . I thought at once that he had reference to Henry Poe ...
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... writing of the tales in their final form had yet made too little progress to render so speedy a transmission of the copy possible , and that as the months of November and December are the most advantageous in European publication they ...
... writing of the tales in their final form had yet made too little progress to render so speedy a transmission of the copy possible , and that as the months of November and December are the most advantageous in European publication they ...
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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...