The Complete Poems of Edgar Allan PoeHoughton Mifflin, 1911 - 304 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 33 筆
第 xxxviii 頁
... Broadway Journal for March 22 , 1845 , Poe states : " At the beginning of the seventh month ( 1835 ) , one of the present editors of the Broadway Journal made an arrangement to edit the Messenger , and by systematic exertion on the part ...
... Broadway Journal for March 22 , 1845 , Poe states : " At the beginning of the seventh month ( 1835 ) , one of the present editors of the Broadway Journal made an arrangement to edit the Messenger , and by systematic exertion on the part ...
第 xlix 頁
... Broadway Journal by Briggs , his associate , before he joined the paper . Poe had some idea of having his poems ... journal for the same date appeared the answer to Poe's Longfellow criticisms signed , " Outis . " On this date C. F. ...
... Broadway Journal by Briggs , his associate , before he joined the paper . Poe had some idea of having his poems ... journal for the same date appeared the answer to Poe's Longfellow criticisms signed , " Outis . " On this date C. F. ...
第 l 頁
... Broadway Journal of October 11 , in answer to some comments by Willis regarding the Tales , Poe replied " that he was not preparing another edition for England ; that his ' Tales ' had been reproduced in England - long ago , but he had ...
... Broadway Journal of October 11 , in answer to some comments by Willis regarding the Tales , Poe replied " that he was not preparing another edition for England ; that his ' Tales ' had been reproduced in England - long ago , but he had ...
第 li 頁
... Broadway Journal for August 30 , 1845 , he wrote : " We thank the New - York correspondent of the Cincinnati Gazette for the gentlemanly tone of his reply to some late pettish comments of our own . We saw only a por- tion of one of his ...
... Broadway Journal for August 30 , 1845 , he wrote : " We thank the New - York correspondent of the Cincinnati Gazette for the gentlemanly tone of his reply to some late pettish comments of our own . We saw only a por- tion of one of his ...
第 lii 頁
... Broadway Journal April 5 , 1845 , to which he responded , April 26 , with his lines " To F , " and signed " E. " The " Israfel " verses by Mrs. Osgood did not appear in the Broadway Journal until November 29. In that journal's issue of ...
... Broadway Journal April 5 , 1845 , to which he responded , April 26 , with his lines " To F , " and signed " E. " The " Israfel " verses by Mrs. Osgood did not appear in the Broadway Journal until November 29. In that journal's issue of ...
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第 196 頁 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
第 78 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 24 頁 - In Heaven a spirit doth dwell "Whose heart-strings are a lute"; None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, And the giddy stars (so legends tell), Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell Of his voice, all mute.
第 63 頁 - 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...
第 25 頁 - An unimpassioned song; To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest! Merrily live, and long! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — Well may the stars be mute!
第 63 頁 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future...
第 36 頁 - But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued.
第 84 頁 - 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 270 頁 - ROMANCE, who loves to nod and sing, With drowsy head and folded wing, Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake, To me a painted paroquet Hath been — a most familiar bird — Taught me my alphabet to say — To lisp my very earliest word While in the wild wood I did lie, A child — with a most knowing eye. Of late, eternal Condor years So shake the very Heaven on high With tumult as they thunder by, I have no time for idle cares Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
第 31 頁 - 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...