The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With Original MemoirJ. S. Redfield, 1858 - 247 |
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... sweet Lenore hath " gone before , " with Hope , that flew beside , Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride . FELIX DARLEY 9 • .. J. Cooper . 11 THE COLISEUM . JASPER CROPSEY W. J. Linton . 13 ix b ...
... sweet Lenore hath " gone before , " with Hope , that flew beside , Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride . FELIX DARLEY 9 • .. J. Cooper . 11 THE COLISEUM . JASPER CROPSEY W. J. Linton . 13 ix b ...
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... sweet Lenore hath " gone before , " with Hope , that flew beside , Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride --- For her , the fair and débonnaire , that now so lowly lies , The life upon her yellow hair , but ...
... sweet Lenore hath " gone before , " with Hope , that flew beside , Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride --- For her , the fair and débonnaire , that now so lowly lies , The life upon her yellow hair , but ...
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... sweet name , that , nestling lies Upon the page , enwrapped from every reader . Search narrowly the lines ! -- they hold a treasure Divinę - a talisman — an amulet That must be worn at heart . Search well the measure --- The words - the ...
... sweet name , that , nestling lies Upon the page , enwrapped from every reader . Search narrowly the lines ! -- they hold a treasure Divinę - a talisman — an amulet That must be worn at heart . Search well the measure --- The words - the ...
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... tomb ; And I said " What is written , sweet sister , On the door of this legended tomb ? " She replied " Ulalume - Ulalume— ' Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume ! ” Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the 26 ULALUME .
... tomb ; And I said " What is written , sweet sister , On the door of this legended tomb ? " She replied " Ulalume - Ulalume— ' Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume ! ” Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the 26 ULALUME .
Strona 26
... it— That years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute : I mourn not that the desolate Are happier , sweet , than I , But that you sorrow for my fate Who am a passer by . ነ TO MY MOTHER . স ECAUSE I feel that 28.
... it— That years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute : I mourn not that the desolate Are happier , sweet , than I , But that you sorrow for my fate Who am a passer by . ነ TO MY MOTHER . স ECAUSE I feel that 28.
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Strona 44 - 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...
Strona 6 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird, or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Strona 245 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Strona 33 - 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...
Strona 240 - Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — . Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses ; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home ? Who was her father ? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh ! it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Strona 5 - 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 lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining With the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore I Then methought the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls Tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Strona 4 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he, not...
Strona 34 - 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...
Strona 6 - 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 !
Strona 31 - 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...