The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe with a notice by J. Hannay1853 |
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... melody is his own . each poem which is inseparable from the sentiment of it . He gives a certain musical air as a soul to each poem , but he works up the details as an artist . Witness " The Raven " or " The Bells . " Everything he has ...
... melody is his own . each poem which is inseparable from the sentiment of it . He gives a certain musical air as a soul to each poem , but he works up the details as an artist . Witness " The Raven " or " The Bells . " Everything he has ...
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... melody from Memnon to the Sun. We rule the hearts of mightiest men - we rule With a despotic sway all giant minds . We are not impotent - we pallid stones . Not all our power is gone - not all our fame- Not all the magic of our high ...
... melody from Memnon to the Sun. We rule the hearts of mightiest men - we rule With a despotic sway all giant minds . We are not impotent - we pallid stones . Not all our power is gone - not all our fame- Not all the magic of our high ...
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... melody ; While , like a ghastly rapid river , Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out for ever , And laugh - but smile no more . TO F S S. O - D . THOU would'st be loved ? - then let thy heart From its present pathway part not ...
... melody ; While , like a ghastly rapid river , Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out for ever , And laugh - but smile no more . TO F S S. O - D . THOU would'st be loved ? - then let thy heart From its present pathway part not ...
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... melody foretells ! How they tinkle , tinkle , tinkle , In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens , seem to twinkle D With a crystalline delight ; Keeping time , time ,. HEAR the sledges with the bells- I ...
... melody foretells ! How they tinkle , tinkle , tinkle , In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens , seem to twinkle D With a crystalline delight ; Keeping time , time ,. HEAR the sledges with the bells- I ...
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... flowers are merely - flowers , And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours . If I could dwell Where Israfel VIII . Hath dwelt , and he where I , He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody 66 ISRAFEL .
... flowers are merely - flowers , And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours . If I could dwell Where Israfel VIII . Hath dwelt , and he where I , He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody 66 ISRAFEL .
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第6页 - 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40页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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.