Tales of Mystery, Imagination, & Humour: And PoemsH. Vizetelly, 1852 - 256 頁 |
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... trace his steps will perceive , but slightly concealed , the figure of himself ; and the lineaments here disclosed are not different from those displayed in this biography , which is but a filling up of the picture he has himself ...
... trace his steps will perceive , but slightly concealed , the figure of himself ; and the lineaments here disclosed are not different from those displayed in this biography , which is but a filling up of the picture he has himself ...
第 14 頁
... trace of a human footstep was to be seen . Legrand led the way with decision ; pausing only for an instant , here and there , to consult what ap- peared to be certain landmarks of his own contrivance upon a former occasion . In this ...
... trace of a human footstep was to be seen . Legrand led the way with decision ; pausing only for an instant , here and there , to consult what ap- peared to be certain landmarks of his own contrivance upon a former occasion . In this ...
第 31 頁
... trace any connection between the boat and the skull , since this latter , ac- cording to your own admission , must have been de- signed ( God only knows how or by whom ) at some period subsequent to your sketching the scarabaus ? " " Ah ...
... trace any connection between the boat and the skull , since this latter , ac- cording to your own admission , must have been de- signed ( God only knows how or by whom ) at some period subsequent to your sketching the scarabaus ? " " Ah ...
第 90 頁
... bedstead ) . It was open , with the key still in the door . It had no contents beyond a few old letters , and other papers of little consequence . " Of Madame l'Espanaye no traces were here seen ; 90 MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE .
... bedstead ) . It was open , with the key still in the door . It had no contents beyond a few old letters , and other papers of little consequence . " Of Madame l'Espanaye no traces were here seen ; 90 MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE .
第 91 頁
And Poems Edgar Allan Poe. " Of Madame l'Espanaye no traces were here seen ; but an unusual quantity of soot being observed in the fire - place , a search was made in the chimney , aud , hor- rible to relate ! the corpse of the daughter ...
And Poems Edgar Allan Poe. " Of Madame l'Espanaye no traces were here seen ; but an unusual quantity of soot being observed in the fire - place , a search was made in the chimney , aud , hor- rible to relate ! the corpse of the daughter ...
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第 229 頁 - 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 ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
第 228 頁 - It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
第 232 頁 - In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace— Radiant palace— reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there; Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
第 216 頁 - Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "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.
第 229 頁 - 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, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me.
第 216 頁 - Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before 'Surely...
第 169 頁 - When I wish to find out how wise, or how stupid, or how good, or how wicked is any one, or what are his thoughts at the moment, I fashion the expression of my face as accurately as possible in accordance with the expression of his, and then wait to see what thoughts or sentiments arise in my mind or heart, as if to match or correspond with the expression.
第 227 頁 - She revels in a region of sighs: She has seen that the tears are not dry on These cheeks, where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of the Lion To point us the path to the skies To the Lethean peace of the skies Come up, in despite of the Lion, To shine on us with her bright eyes Come up through the lair of the Lion, With love in her luminous eyes.
第 218 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 218 頁 - But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'Other friends have flown before On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.