The complete poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe, with a selection of his sketches and reviews1866 |
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... Allan Poe. Frene . Oh , lady bright ! can it be right- This window open to the night ? The bodiless airs , a wizard rout , Flit through thy chamber in and out . - Page 52 . POETICAL OF WORKS EDGAR ALLAN POE . WITH A SELECTION.
... Allan Poe. Frene . Oh , lady bright ! can it be right- This window open to the night ? The bodiless airs , a wizard rout , Flit through thy chamber in and out . - Page 52 . POETICAL OF WORKS EDGAR ALLAN POE . WITH A SELECTION.
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... night , They have not left me ( as my hopes have ) since . They follow me - they lead me through the years . They are my ministers - yet I their slave . Their office is to illumine and enkindle- My duty , to be saved by their bright ...
... night , They have not left me ( as my hopes have ) since . They follow me - they lead me through the years . They are my ministers - yet I their slave . Their office is to illumine and enkindle- My duty , to be saved by their bright ...
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... night , When the winds are breathing low , And the stars are shining bright . I arise from dreams of thee , And a spirit in my feet Has led me - who knows how ? - To thy chamber - window , sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the ...
... night , When the winds are breathing low , And the stars are shining bright . I arise from dreams of thee , And a spirit in my feet Has led me - who knows how ? - To thy chamber - window , sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the ...
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... Night , As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight . I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist , And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me , That my soul cannot resist ; A feeling of sadness and ...
... Night , As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight . I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist , And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me , That my soul cannot resist ; A feeling of sadness and ...
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Edgar Allan Poe. P Who through long days of labour , And nights devoid of ease , Still heard in his soul the music Of ... night shall be filled with music , And the cares , that infest the day , Shall fold their tents , like the Arabs ...
Edgar Allan Poe. P Who through long days of labour , And nights devoid of ease , Still heard in his soul the music Of ... night shall be filled with music , And the cares , that infest the day , Shall fold their tents , like the Arabs ...
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第 18 頁 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
第 21 頁 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
第 24 頁 - 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 29 頁 - 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 29 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 27 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 "Nevermore.
第 25 頁 - 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.
第 30 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 42 頁 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
第 18 頁 - ... clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. "Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, — All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. "Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful.