The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With an Original MemoirRedfield, 1859 - 278 pagina's |
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... poet , there is no difficulty in fully comprehending the strange inconsistencies , the basenesses and nobleness which his wayward life exhibited . Some of the biographers of Poe have been harshly judged for the view given of his cha ...
... poet , there is no difficulty in fully comprehending the strange inconsistencies , the basenesses and nobleness which his wayward life exhibited . Some of the biographers of Poe have been harshly judged for the view given of his cha ...
Pagina 16
... poets in his historians . Willis have sketched him with gentleness , and a reverent feeling for his genius ; and ... poet to veil himself from his readers . What he writes he is . The waywardness of Poe was an inheritance . Though ...
... poets in his historians . Willis have sketched him with gentleness , and a reverent feeling for his genius ; and ... poet to veil himself from his readers . What he writes he is . The waywardness of Poe was an inheritance . Though ...
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... poet was a distinguished officer in the Maryland line during the war of the Revolution ; and his great - grandfather , John Poe , married a daughter of Admiral McBride , of the British Navy . His father , the fourth son of the Rev ...
... poet was a distinguished officer in the Maryland line during the war of the Revolution ; and his great - grandfather , John Poe , married a daughter of Admiral McBride , of the British Navy . His father , the fourth son of the Rev ...
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... poet . But let it have been as it may , it must have been of a very grave nature , for , on the death of Mr. Allan , shortly after , in 1834 , the name of his adopted son , who , it was supposed , would inherit nearly all his wealth ...
... poet . But let it have been as it may , it must have been of a very grave nature , for , on the death of Mr. Allan , shortly after , in 1834 , the name of his adopted son , who , it was supposed , would inherit nearly all his wealth ...
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... poet or writer of tales , when the publication of his poem of the " Raven , " in the " American Review , " a New York monthly magazine , first attracted the attention of the literary world to his singular and pow- erful genius . Up to ...
... poet or writer of tales , when the publication of his poem of the " Raven , " in the " American Review , " a New York monthly magazine , first attracted the attention of the literary world to his singular and pow- erful genius . Up to ...
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Pagina 50 - 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!
Pagina 44 - 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: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Pagina 48 - 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 80 - 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.
Pagina 76 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Pagina 264 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Pagina 74 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Pagina 47 - 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 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 before.
Pagina 81 - With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.
Pagina 75 - 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...