The Complete Poems of Edgar Allan PoeHoughton Mifflin, 1911 - 304 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 72 筆
第 xxiv 頁
... soul . " Here he wrote : " Some peculiar- ities , either in his early education , or in the nature of his intellect , had tinged with what is termed material- ism all his ethical speculations ; and it was this bias , perhaps , which led ...
... soul . " Here he wrote : " Some peculiar- ities , either in his early education , or in the nature of his intellect , had tinged with what is termed material- ism all his ethical speculations ; and it was this bias , perhaps , which led ...
第 lxiii 頁
... soul , always speaking of them as one and the same . I believe man to be in himself a Trinity , viz . Mind , Body , and Soul ; and thus with dreams , some induced by the mind , and some by the soul . Those connected with the mind , I ...
... soul , always speaking of them as one and the same . I believe man to be in himself a Trinity , viz . Mind , Body , and Soul ; and thus with dreams , some induced by the mind , and some by the soul . Those connected with the mind , I ...
第 8 頁
... soul grew stronger ; hesitating then no longer , " Sir , " said I , " or Madam , truly your forgiveness I im- plore ; But the fact is I was napping , and so gently you came rapping , And so faintly you came tapping , tapping at my ...
... soul grew stronger ; hesitating then no longer , " Sir , " said I , " or Madam , truly your forgiveness I im- plore ; But the fact is I was napping , and so gently you came rapping , And so faintly you came tapping , tapping at my ...
第 9 頁
... soul within me burning , Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before . " Surely , " said I , " surely that is something at my win- dow lattice ; Let me see , then , what thereat is , and this mystery explore - Let my heart ...
... soul within me burning , Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before . " Surely , " said I , " surely that is something at my win- dow lattice ; Let me see , then , what thereat is , and this mystery explore - Let my heart ...
第 10 頁
... soul in that one word he did outpour . Nothing farther 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 ...
... soul in that one word he did outpour . Nothing farther 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 ...
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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...