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Pagina 1
... Young Cupid roamed the forest wild , He passed the sultry hours in play , Like any other thoughtless child . Beneath an oak's luxurious shade , Where bloom'd the wild flowers fair and free ; The weary boy his footsteps stayed , And laid ...
... Young Cupid roamed the forest wild , He passed the sultry hours in play , Like any other thoughtless child . Beneath an oak's luxurious shade , Where bloom'd the wild flowers fair and free ; The weary boy his footsteps stayed , And laid ...
Pagina 27
... young glances , shine : The blood of Pocahontas ! -the forest bride and queen , Her strong but gentle spirit , her soft but stately mien ! The genius of thy mother ! -whose tender minstrel lay Shed , o'er the Old Dominion , its sunniest ...
... young glances , shine : The blood of Pocahontas ! -the forest bride and queen , Her strong but gentle spirit , her soft but stately mien ! The genius of thy mother ! -whose tender minstrel lay Shed , o'er the Old Dominion , its sunniest ...
Pagina 37
... young- A dirge for her the doubly dead , in that she died so young . beside , The life still there upon her hair , -- the 1848. ] 37 Edgar A. Poe .
... young- A dirge for her the doubly dead , in that she died so young . beside , The life still there upon her hair , -- the 1848. ] 37 Edgar A. Poe .
Pagina 38
... young " -our Bossola answers him- " I think not so - her infelicity Seemed to have years too many . " I must conclude these insufficient remarks upon a writer worthy of high and honorable place amongst the leading creative minds of the ...
... young " -our Bossola answers him- " I think not so - her infelicity Seemed to have years too many . " I must conclude these insufficient remarks upon a writer worthy of high and honorable place amongst the leading creative minds of the ...
Pagina 39
... young , but he inherited a throne . He ac- quired magnificent power and swayed well nigh a The craving after information concerning Bo - world , but the momentum with which he set out , naparte is not less intense now , that a quarter ...
... young , but he inherited a throne . He ac- quired magnificent power and swayed well nigh a The craving after information concerning Bo - world , but the momentum with which he set out , naparte is not less intense now , that a quarter ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 35 - 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 foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Pagina 35 - 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...
Pagina 58 - And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning, as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters...
Pagina 35 - But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further 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 before.
Pagina 35 - 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!
Pagina 238 - So, cast and mingled with his very frame. The mind's disease, its ruling passion came; Each vital humour which should feed the whole, Soon flows to this, in body and in soul: Whatever warms the heart, or fills the head, As the mind opens, and its functions spread, Imagination plies her dangerous art, And pours it all upon the peccant part.
Pagina 241 - Mammon led them on, Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.
Pagina 62 - IN that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And the streets still re-echo the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
Pagina 477 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Pagina 35 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...