Poems, complete, with an orig. mem. by R.H. Stoddard, 第 734 期1875 |
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... flower- garden on the premises , and near the door an old cherry - tree , in which birds used to build their nests and rear their young . Poe was fond of birds , flowers , and " the little people of nature " generally , and among his ...
... flower- garden on the premises , and near the door an old cherry - tree , in which birds used to build their nests and rear their young . Poe was fond of birds , flowers , and " the little people of nature " generally , and among his ...
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... things disappeared . ( Ah , bear in mind this garden was enchanted ! ) The pearly lustre of the moon went out : The mossy banks and the meandering paths , The happy flowers and the repining trees , Were seen 124 TO HELEN .
... things disappeared . ( Ah , bear in mind this garden was enchanted ! ) The pearly lustre of the moon went out : The mossy banks and the meandering paths , The happy flowers and the repining trees , Were seen 124 TO HELEN .
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Edgar Allan Poe. The happy flowers and the repining trees , Were seen no more : the very roses ' odours Died in the arms of the adoring airs . All - all expired save thee - save less than thou : Save only the divine light in thine eyes ...
Edgar Allan Poe. The happy flowers and the repining trees , Were seen no more : the very roses ' odours Died in the arms of the adoring airs . All - all expired save thee - save less than thou : Save only the divine light in thine eyes ...
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... flowers , And all the flowers were mine . Ah , dream too bright to last ! Ah , starry Hope ! that didst arise But to be overcast ! A voice from out the Future cries , " On ! on ! " - but o'er the Past ( Dim gulf ! ) my spirit hovering ...
... flowers , And all the flowers were mine . Ah , dream too bright to last ! Ah , starry Hope ! that didst arise But to be overcast ! A voice from out the Future cries , " On ! on ! " - but o'er the Past ( Dim gulf ! ) my spirit hovering ...
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... flowers , In the midst of which all day The red sun - light lazily lay . Now each visitor shall confess The sad valley's restlessness . Nothing there is motionless- Nothing save the airs that brood Over the magic solitude . Ah , by no ...
... flowers , In the midst of which all day The red sun - light lazily lay . Now each visitor shall confess The sad valley's restlessness . Nothing there is motionless- Nothing save the airs that brood Over the magic solitude . Ah , by no ...
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第313页 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
第111页 - 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138页 - In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. 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!
第143页 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
第159页 - Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie.
第129页 - Here once, through an alley Titanic Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul—- Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul. These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that roll, As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of the pole, That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the boreal pole.
第242页 - SCIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood 10 To seek a shelter in some happier star?
第132页 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb By the door of a legended tomb; And I said - 'What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?
第30页 - My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep, As it is lasting, so be deep! Soft may the worms about her creep! Far in the forest, dim and old, For her may some tall vault unfold Some vault that oft hath flung its black And winged panels fluttering back, Triumphant, o'er the crested palls, Of her grand family funerals...
第135页 - 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...