The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe, with orig. memoir. New illustr. ed1871 |
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... called the Parthenon ARTIST . A. M. MADOT . PERCIVAL SKELTON . F. R. PICKERSGILL PERCIVAL SKELTON . ENGRAVER . W. Thomas . PAGE . 119 J. Whymper . . 121 • W. J. Linton . 127 J. Cooper . 130 TO THE RIVER . For in his heart , as in thy ...
... called the Parthenon ARTIST . A. M. MADOT . PERCIVAL SKELTON . F. R. PICKERSGILL PERCIVAL SKELTON . ENGRAVER . W. Thomas . PAGE . 119 J. Whymper . . 121 • W. J. Linton . 127 J. Cooper . 130 TO THE RIVER . For in his heart , as in thy ...
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... called Edgar Allan . The precocious child was petted by his adopted parents , who took pride in his forwardness and beauty ; he was sent to the best schools , and was regarded as the heir to their property . In 1816 Mr. and Mrs. Allan ...
... called Edgar Allan . The precocious child was petted by his adopted parents , who took pride in his forwardness and beauty ; he was sent to the best schools , and was regarded as the heir to their property . In 1816 Mr. and Mrs. Allan ...
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... called upon to save him from arrest , on account of an indiscretion ; through the kind offices of this gentleman the young adventurer was sent home to America , and , on his arrival in Rich- mond , Mr. Allan received him with kindness ...
... called upon to save him from arrest , on account of an indiscretion ; through the kind offices of this gentleman the young adventurer was sent home to America , and , on his arrival in Rich- mond , Mr. Allan received him with kindness ...
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... called the " Stylus ; " it was the chimera which he nursed , the castle in the air which he longed for , the rainbow of his cloudy hopes . But he did not succeed in establishing it then , and was soon installed as editor of " Graham's ...
... called the " Stylus ; " it was the chimera which he nursed , the castle in the air which he longed for , the rainbow of his cloudy hopes . But he did not succeed in establishing it then , and was soon installed as editor of " Graham's ...
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... called " Tales of the Grotesque and the Arabesque , " and gained another prize by his story of the Gold Bug . He was beginning to be known as a fierce and terrible critic , rather than as a poet or a writer of tales , when the ...
... called " Tales of the Grotesque and the Arabesque , " and gained another prize by his story of the Gold Bug . He was beginning to be known as a fierce and terrible critic , rather than as a poet or a writer of tales , when the ...
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66 SCENES A. M. MADOT AARAAF AL AARAAF ALESSANDRA Allan amid angels ANNABEL LEE Auber BALDAZZAR beautiful ANNABEL LEE bells bird BIRKET FOSTER BRIDAL BALLAD bride bright Broadway Journal bust CASTIGLIONE chamber door Cooper CROPSEY W. J. Linton dear Dian didst dost doth dream dwell Edgar Allan Poe Evans F. R. PICKERSGILL fell flowers gentle ghoul-haunted woodland golden happy hast hath HAUNTED PALACE hear heart heaven Hope Israfel JACINTA JASPER CROPSEY JASPER CROPSEY W. J. JOHN TENNIEL LALAGE Lenore light literary lived lone maiden melody moon never Nevermore night o'er PERCIVAL SKELTON poems poet quarrel Quoth the Raven Richmond roll Runic rhyme SCENES FROM POLITIAN sere shadow shore sigh skies smiled soul spirit stars strange sweet TAMERLANE tarn of Auber thee things thou art thro throne ULALUME unto upturn'd faces voice wild wind wing woodland of Weir
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第7页 - And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door...
第2页 - 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21页 - THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
第160页 - 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51页 - 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3页 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not...
第31页 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
第39页 - 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23页 - Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber, Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. And now, as the night was senescent, And star-dials pointed to morn — As the star-dials hinted of morn — At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn — Astarte's bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn.
第5页 - 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.