The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe, with orig. memoir. New illustr. ed1871 |
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... lone regions where hath trod No foot of man ) , commend thyself to God ! TO FS S. O -D . HOU wouldst be loved ? -then let thy heart From its present pathway part not ! Being everything which now thou art , Be nothing which thou art not ...
... lone regions where hath trod No foot of man ) , commend thyself to God ! TO FS S. O -D . HOU wouldst be loved ? -then let thy heart From its present pathway part not ! Being everything which now thou art , Be nothing which thou art not ...
第58页
... lone waters - lone and dead , - Their still waters - still and chilly With the snows of the lolling lily . By the lakes that thus outspread Their lone waters , lone and dead , -- DREAM - LAND . Their sad waters , sad and. 58.
... lone waters - lone and dead , - Their still waters - still and chilly With the snows of the lolling lily . By the lakes that thus outspread Their lone waters , lone and dead , -- DREAM - LAND . Their sad waters , sad and. 58.
第126页
... lone lake that smiles , In its dream of deep rest , At the many star - isles That enjewel its breast- Where wild flowers , creeping , Have mingled their shade , On its margin is sleeping Full many a maid- Some have left the cool glade ...
... lone lake that smiles , In its dream of deep rest , At the many star - isles That enjewel its breast- Where wild flowers , creeping , Have mingled their shade , On its margin is sleeping Full many a maid- Some have left the cool glade ...
第157页
... lone lake . Yet that terror was not fright . But a tremulous delight- A feeling not the jewelled mine Could teach or bribe me to define- Nor Love - although the Love were thine . Death was in that poisonous wave , And in its gulf a ...
... lone lake . Yet that terror was not fright . But a tremulous delight- A feeling not the jewelled mine Could teach or bribe me to define- Nor Love - although the Love were thine . Death was in that poisonous wave , And in its gulf a ...
第165页
... the moon , in Egypt , has the effect of producing blindness to those who sleep with the face exposed to its rays , to which circumstance the passage evidently alludes . 23 P. 125. Like the lone Albatross . The Albatross 165.
... the moon , in Egypt , has the effect of producing blindness to those who sleep with the face exposed to its rays , to which circumstance the passage evidently alludes . 23 P. 125. Like the lone Albatross . The Albatross 165.
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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.