The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe with a notice by J. Hannay |
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第 19 頁
It was a July midnight ; and from out A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul,
soaring, Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven, There fell a silvery-
silken veil of light, With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber, Upon the upturned
...
It was a July midnight ; and from out A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul,
soaring, Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven, There fell a silvery-
silken veil of light, With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber, Upon the upturned
...
第 20 頁
Clad all in white, upon a violet bank I saw thee half reclining ; while the moon Fell
on the upturned 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 ...
Clad all in white, upon a violet bank I saw thee half reclining ; while the moon Fell
on the upturned 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 ...
第 21 頁
All — all expired save thee — save less than thou : Save only the divine light in
thine eyes — Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes. I saw but them — they were
the world to me. I saw but them — saw only them for hours — Saw only them until
...
All — all expired save thee — save less than thou : Save only the divine light in
thine eyes — Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes. I saw but them — they were
the world to me. I saw but them — saw only them for hours — Saw only them until
...
第 22 頁
When the Hours flew brightly by, And not a cloud obscured the sky, My soul, lest it
should truant be, Thy grace did guide to thine and thee ; Now, when storms of
Fate o'ercast Darkly my Present and my Past, Let my Future radiant shine With ...
When the Hours flew brightly by, And not a cloud obscured the sky, My soul, lest it
should truant be, Thy grace did guide to thine and thee ; Now, when storms of
Fate o'ercast Darkly my Present and my Past, Let my Future radiant shine With ...
第 55 頁
How many memories of what radiant hours At sight of thee and thine at once
awake ! How many scenes of what departed bliss ! How many thoughts of what
entombed hopes ! How many visions of a maiden that is No more — no more
upon ...
How many memories of what radiant hours At sight of thee and thine at once
awake ! How many scenes of what departed bliss ! How many thoughts of what
entombed hopes ! How many visions of a maiden that is No more — no more
upon ...
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amid angels Baldazzar beauty bells beneath bird breath bright Castiglione chamber dark dead death deep died door dream dwell Earth Edgar eyes face fair fall feel fell fire flowers forms friends garden give given glory golden hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven holy Hope human Jacinta James keep lake Lalage late leave Lenore light live lone look maiden memories moon mother nature never night o'er once passion poems Politian Raven remember rest seen shadow sigh 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 wave wild wind wing young youth
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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.
書目資訊
| 書名 | The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe with a notice by J. Hannay |
| 作者 | Edgar Allan Poe |
| 出版日期 | 1853 |
| 來源： | 牛津大學 |
| 已數位化 | 2006年8月7日 |
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