The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan PoeT. Crowell, 1902 - 288 ページ |
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... writing down his musical conceptions must have regard to the imperfections of the instrument and the inefficiency of the interpreter . Beethoven not infre- quently wrote for song what no man or woman could sing . What more natural than ...
... writing down his musical conceptions must have regard to the imperfections of the instrument and the inefficiency of the interpreter . Beethoven not infre- quently wrote for song what no man or woman could sing . What more natural than ...
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... written is not understood , since with ears we do not hear , and with eyes we do not see , for both music and vision are for those of poetic temperament and artistic gift . If Poe is not always understood , it may at times be because we ...
... written is not understood , since with ears we do not hear , and with eyes we do not see , for both music and vision are for those of poetic temperament and artistic gift . If Poe is not always understood , it may at times be because we ...
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... written by one who is no poet himself . This , according to your idea and mine of poetry , I feel to be false the less poetical the critic , the less just On this account , and -'s in the world , I - the critique , and the converse ...
... written by one who is no poet himself . This , according to your idea and mine of poetry , I feel to be false the less poetical the critic , the less just On this account , and -'s in the world , I - the critique , and the converse ...
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... written is to circulate at all , it should circulate as I wrote it . In defence of my own taste , nevertheless , it is incumbent on me to say that I think nothing in this volume of much value to the public , or very creditable to myself ...
... written is to circulate at all , it should circulate as I wrote it . In defence of my own taste , nevertheless , it is incumbent on me to say that I think nothing in this volume of much value to the public , or very creditable to myself ...
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... written in Heaven ! Monk . Thy words are madness , daughter , And speak a purpose unholy thy lips are livid Thine eyes are wild — tempt not the wrath divine ! Pause ere too late ! - oh be not be not rash ! - ― Swear not the oath oh ...
... written in Heaven ! Monk . Thy words are madness , daughter , And speak a purpose unholy thy lips are livid Thine eyes are wild — tempt not the wrath divine ! Pause ere too late ! - oh be not be not rash ! - ― Swear not the oath oh ...
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Aaraaf Al Aaraaf AMERICAN WHIG REVIEW angels ANNABEL LEE awake Baldazzar Baltimore Saturday Visiter beauty bells breast bright Broadway Journal BURTON'S GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE Castiglione Chivers dead death deep doth dream Earth EDITOR'S NOTE eternal fancy fire flowers follows glory GRAHAM'S MAGAZINE Griswold happy hath heart Heaven Home Journal hope hour Ianthe Israfel Jacinta John Neal lake Lalage Lenore light Line Lorimer Graham maiden melody moon mountain Nevermore night o'er pass'd passion PHILADELPHIA SATURDAY MUSEUM Poe's poem poet poetic poetry Politian Raven red levin seraphs shadow Silence skies sleep song soul sound Southern Literary Messenger spirit stanza star sweet Tamerlane thee thine thou art thought thro throne Tycho Brahe Ulalume Variations of 1829 Variations of Broadway Variations of Southern verse voice WHIG wild wind wing words young
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116 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...
93 ページ - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
84 ページ - But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate !) And, round about his home, the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.
98 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!
218 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.
118 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 ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
96 ページ - But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
115 ページ - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / 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. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
92 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.
112 ページ - And I lie so composedly, Now, in my bed, (Knowing her love), That you fancy me dead And I rest so contentedly, Now, in my bed (With her love at my breast), That you fancy me dead That you shudder to look at me, Thinking me dead...