The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, 第 1 卷Redfield, 1853 |
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... mere talent ever flung his inkstand at the devil . When we say that Mr. Poe had genius , we do not mean to say that he has produced evidence of the highest . But to say that he possesses it at all is to say that he needs only zeal ...
... mere talent ever flung his inkstand at the devil . When we say that Mr. Poe had genius , we do not mean to say that he has produced evidence of the highest . But to say that he possesses it at all is to say that he needs only zeal ...
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... mere opinions of the writer can be of no consequence to me - and I should imagine of very little to himself — that is to say if he knows himself , personally , as well as I have the honor of knowing him . The first mis- representation ...
... mere opinions of the writer can be of no consequence to me - and I should imagine of very little to himself — that is to say if he knows himself , personally , as well as I have the honor of knowing him . The first mis- representation ...
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... mere bald assertion , without a particle of evidence . In other words we should term it arrant fudge . The perversion at this point is involved in a wilful misapplication of the word ' principles . ' I say ' wilful ; ' because , at page ...
... mere bald assertion , without a particle of evidence . In other words we should term it arrant fudge . The perversion at this point is involved in a wilful misapplication of the word ' principles . ' I say ' wilful ; ' because , at page ...
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... mere style , it is , perhaps , even superior to ' The House of Usher . ' It is simpler . In the latter composition , he seems to have been distrustful of his effects , or , rather , too solicitous of bringing them forth fully to the eye ...
... mere style , it is , perhaps , even superior to ' The House of Usher . ' It is simpler . In the latter composition , he seems to have been distrustful of his effects , or , rather , too solicitous of bringing them forth fully to the eye ...
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... mere make - weight - good for nothing but building castles in the air - and was rather glad to get rid of me . It was a dark night when I bade her good bye , and taking with me , as aides - de - camp , the three creditors who had given ...
... mere make - weight - good for nothing but building castles in the air - and was rather glad to get rid of me . It was a dark night when I bade her good bye , and taking with me , as aides - de - camp , the three creditors who had given ...
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第ix页 - TO HELEN Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
第300页 - 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. Banners yellow, glorious, golden. On its roof did float and flow; (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago;) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
第291页 - DURING THE WHOLE OF a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
第309页 - I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder — there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters — and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the "HOUSE OF USHER.
第460页 - For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness. Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.
第301页 - ... evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn! — for never morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody; While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh —...
第378页 - On! on!"— but o'er the Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast! For, alas! alas! with me The light of Life is o'er! "No more — no more...
第381页 - Thou wilt not wake, Till I thy fate shall overtake: Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there; I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale.
第382页 - TRUE! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses — not destroyed — not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily — how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
第292页 - A letter, however, had lately reached me in a distant part of the country, a letter from him, which, in its wildly importunate nature, had admitted of no other than a personal reply. The MS. gave evidence of nervous agitation. The writer spoke of acute bodily illness, of a mental...