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... once more . These writers one sees , at all events , have our old English virtue of pluck . They think what they please , and say what they think . And while M'Fungus is con- cocting philosophical histories in the style of the last ...
... once more . These writers one sees , at all events , have our old English virtue of pluck . They think what they please , and say what they think . And while M'Fungus is con- cocting philosophical histories in the style of the last ...
Pagina 17
... once more kind and forgiving , and Edgar was entered as a cadet at the Military Academy . In the groves of that academy he did not remain long , we may be sure ; the fact he was was , " cashiered . " It seems to have been about this ...
... once more kind and forgiving , and Edgar was entered as a cadet at the Military Academy . In the groves of that academy he did not remain long , we may be sure ; the fact he was was , " cashiered . " It seems to have been about this ...
Pagina 20
... once more , “ thin , pale , and ghastly , " the mark of poverty branded upon him , and began the world now regu- larly as a " literary man . " He soon got employ- ment ; he was a scholar , had read a great deal , and was not wanting in ...
... once more , “ thin , pale , and ghastly , " the mark of poverty branded upon him , and began the world now regu- larly as a " literary man . " He soon got employ- ment ; he was a scholar , had read a great deal , and was not wanting in ...
Pagina 24
... once , with lineaments of delicacy , such as belong only to genius or high blood . The forehead is grand and pale , the eyes dark , gleam- ing with sensibility and the light of soul . A face of passion it is , and in the lower part ...
... once , with lineaments of delicacy , such as belong only to genius or high blood . The forehead is grand and pale , the eyes dark , gleam- ing with sensibility and the light of soul . A face of passion it is , and in the lower part ...
Pagina 31
... once dark and luminous . ” * " The Raven , " " Ulalume , " " For Annie , " all turn on death . And this melancholy , too , is of a heathen character . You might say that this book is funestus . The stamp of sorrow is upon it , as ...
... once dark and luminous . ” * " The Raven , " " Ulalume , " " For Annie , " all turn on death . And this melancholy , too , is of a heathen character . You might say that this book is funestus . The stamp of sorrow is upon it , as ...
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The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe with a notice by J. Hannay Edgar Allan Poe Volledige weergave - 1853 |
The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe, ed. by J. Hannay. Complete ed Edgar Allan Poe Volledige weergave - 1865 |
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Pagina 31 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Pagina 32 - 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.
Pagina 32 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
Pagina 32 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Pagina 50 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above. Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Pagina 41 - 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...
Pagina 31 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
Pagina 32 - 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.
Pagina 31 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, " Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you "—here I opened wide the door.
Pagina 32 - Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.' 'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!