The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: Poems and talesRedfield, 1853 |
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... half an hour , at the very utmost , it flags - fails - a revulsion ensues -- and then the poem is , in effect , and in fact , no longer such . There are , no doubt , many who have found difficulty in recon- ciling the critical dictum ...
... half an hour , at the very utmost , it flags - fails - a revulsion ensues -- and then the poem is , in effect , and in fact , no longer such . There are , no doubt , many who have found difficulty in recon- ciling the critical dictum ...
第xxiv页
... half - awaken'd birds To dying ears , when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad , so strange , the days that are no more . Dear as remember'd kisses after death , And sweet as those by hopeless fancy ...
... half - awaken'd birds To dying ears , when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad , so strange , the days that are no more . Dear as remember'd kisses after death , And sweet as those by hopeless fancy ...
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... half - hidden brooks - in the gleaming of silver rivers — in the repose of sequestered lakes - in the star - mirroring depths of lonely wells . He perceives it in the songs of birds - in the harp of Eolus - in the sighing of the night ...
... half - hidden brooks - in the gleaming of silver rivers — in the repose of sequestered lakes - in the star - mirroring depths of lonely wells . He perceives it in the songs of birds - in the harp of Eolus - in the sighing of the night ...
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... half reclining ; while the moon Fell on the upturn'd faces of the roses , And on thine own , upturn'd -- alas , in sorrow ! Was it not Fate , that , on this July midnight- Was it not Fate , ( whose name is also Sorrow , ) That bade me ...
... half reclining ; while the moon Fell on the upturn'd faces of the roses , And on thine own , upturn'd -- alas , in sorrow ! Was it not Fate , that , on this July midnight- Was it not Fate , ( whose name is also Sorrow , ) That bade me ...
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... Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet . Through all the flimsy things we see at once As easily as through a Naples bonnet- Trash of all trash ! —how can a lady don it ? Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff- Owl - downy nonsense ...
... Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet . Through all the flimsy things we see at once As easily as through a Naples bonnet- Trash of all trash ! —how can a lady don it ? Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff- Owl - downy nonsense ...
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第268页 - 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
第8页 - Lenore!" Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice ; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore ; Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore : 'Tis the wind and nothing more.
第20页 - THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
第28页 - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. And so, all the night-tide I lie down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life, and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
第10页 - Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil !— prophet still, if bird or devil ! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead ? — tell me — tell me, I implore !" Quoth the Raven,
第ix页 - 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...
第24页 - 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...
第7页 - 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.
第8页 - Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore;" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore.
第9页 - 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.