The Poems of Edgar Allan Poe: Collected and Edited, with a Critical Introduction and NotesCharles Scribner's Sons, 1895 - 241 ページ |
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... thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff , oh quaff this kind nepenthe , and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Raven , " Nevermore . ” " Prophet ! " said I , " thing ...
... thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff , oh quaff this kind nepenthe , and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Raven , " Nevermore . ” " Prophet ! " said I , " thing ...
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... thee here ashore , Desolate yet all undaunted , on this desert land en- chanted- On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly , I implore : Is there - is there balm in Gilead ? ― me , I implore ! " - tell me - tell Quoth the Raven ...
... thee here ashore , Desolate yet all undaunted , on this desert land en- chanted- On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly , I implore : Is there - is there balm in Gilead ? ― me , I implore ! " - tell me - tell Quoth the Raven ...
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... thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride : For her , the fair and debonair , that now so lowly lies , The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes ; The life still there , upon her hair- the death upon her ...
... thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride : For her , the fair and debonair , that now so lowly lies , The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes ; The life still there , upon her hair- the death upon her ...
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... thee and thine at once awake ! How many scenes of what departed bliss , How many thoughts of what entombèd hopes , How many visions of a maiden that is No more no more upon thy verdant slopes ! No more ! alas , that magical sad sound ...
... thee and thine at once awake ! How many scenes of what departed bliss , How many thoughts of what entombèd hopes , How many visions of a maiden that is No more no more upon thy verdant slopes ! No more ! alas , that magical sad sound ...
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... should some urgent fate ( untimely lot ! ) Bring thee to meet his shadow ( nameless elf , That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod No foot of man ) , commend thyself to God ! THE COLISEUM YPE of the antique Rome ! Rich reliquary 26.
... should some urgent fate ( untimely lot ! ) Bring thee to meet his shadow ( nameless elf , That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod No foot of man ) , commend thyself to God ! THE COLISEUM YPE of the antique Rome ! Rich reliquary 26.
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xxvi 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.
9 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 a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door, Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door: Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
10 ページ - 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 being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, , Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
8 ページ - And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "* Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
42 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.
13 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...
38 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...
41 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...
40 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...
38 ページ - 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; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.