The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe with a notice by J. Hannay1853 |
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第 xvii 頁
... poems had , as was natural , great success . He was already known as a youth of “ genius " — one who had shown a certain power of a mysterious b - character one who breathed the breath of that sacred EDGAR ALLAN POE . xvii.
... poems had , as was natural , great success . He was already known as a youth of “ genius " — one who had shown a certain power of a mysterious b - character one who breathed the breath of that sacred EDGAR ALLAN POE . xvii.
第 xviii 頁
Edgar Allan Poe. - character one who breathed the breath of that sacred wind which " bloweth where it listeth . " But he was still as irregular as ever - having been created to be so , seemingly . He entered as private into a regiment ...
Edgar Allan Poe. - character one who breathed the breath of that sacred wind which " bloweth where it listeth . " But he was still as irregular as ever - having been created to be so , seemingly . He entered as private into a regiment ...
第 47 頁
... breathing faint and low , And when , amid no earthly moans , Down , down that town shall settle hence , Hell , rising from a thousand thrones , Shall do it reverence . 1 Codur THE SLEEPER . I. Ar midnight , in THE CITY IN THE SEA . 47.
... breathing faint and low , And when , amid no earthly moans , Down , down that town shall settle hence , Hell , rising from a thousand thrones , Shall do it reverence . 1 Codur THE SLEEPER . I. Ar midnight , in THE CITY IN THE SEA . 47.
第 85 頁
... breathing low , The sands of Time are changed to golden grains , And dazzle me , Baldazzar . Alas ! alas ! I cannot die , having within my heart So keen a relish for the beautiful As hath been kindled within it . Methinks the air Is ...
... breathing low , The sands of Time are changed to golden grains , And dazzle me , Baldazzar . Alas ! alas ! I cannot die , having within my heart So keen a relish for the beautiful As hath been kindled within it . Methinks the air Is ...
第 113 頁
... breath of those kisses That cumber them too ( Oh , how without you , Love ! Could angels be blest ? ) - Those kisses of true love That lull'd ye to rest ! Up ! shake from your wing Each hindering thing : The dew of the night— It would ...
... breath of those kisses That cumber them too ( Oh , how without you , Love ! Could angels be blest ? ) - Those kisses of true love That lull'd ye to rest ! Up ! shake from your wing Each hindering thing : The dew of the night— It would ...
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amid angels Baldazzar beautiful bells bird breath bright Castiglione dark dead death deep died door dream dwell Earth Edgar eyes face fair fall feel fell fire flowers forms friends garden given glory GODWIN golden gone hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven holy hope HULME human Jacinta JAMES lake Lalage late leave Lenore light live lone look maiden melancholy moon mother nature never night o'er once passion poems Politian Raven remember seen shadow sigh Silence skies sleep smile sorrow soul sound speak spirit star strange sure sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thou art thought throne true unto voice waters wave wild wind wing young
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第 6 頁 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. 'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent 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!
第 3 頁 - 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 40 頁 - 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. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
第 7 頁 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
第 5 頁 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
第 7 頁 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
第 5 頁 - 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.
第 6 頁 - Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the Raven '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!
第 xxxii 頁 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
第 xxxii 頁 - 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.