Life and PoemsW.J. Widdleton, 1879 - 305 páginas |
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... door , the tasteful yet quiet com- fort of its interior , the music , the books , the unosten- tatious pictures , and above all the love , the love that threw an unfading glory over the whole ! Alas ! all is now a dream . " Mrs. Whitman ...
... door , the tasteful yet quiet com- fort of its interior , the music , the books , the unosten- tatious pictures , and above all the love , the love that threw an unfading glory over the whole ! Alas ! all is now a dream . " Mrs. Whitman ...
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... door . " ' Tis some visitor , " I muttered , " tapping at my cham- ber door- - Only this and nothing more . " Ah , distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December , And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor ...
... door . " ' Tis some visitor , " I muttered , " tapping at my cham- ber door- - Only this and nothing more . " Ah , distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December , And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor ...
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... door- - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door ; 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 ...
... door- - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door ; 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 ...
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... saintly days of yore . Not the least obeisance made he ; not a minute stopped or stayed he , But , with mien of lord or lady , perched above my cham- ber door- Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above door my THE RAVEN . 133.
... saintly days of yore . Not the least obeisance made he ; not a minute stopped or stayed he , But , with mien of lord or lady , perched above my cham- ber door- Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above door my THE RAVEN . 133.
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... door- Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his cham- ber door , With such name as " Nevermore . " But the Raven , sitting lonely on that placid bust , spoke only That one word , as if his soul in that one word he did outpour ...
... door- Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his cham- ber door , With such name as " Nevermore . " But the Raven , sitting lonely on that placid bust , spoke only That one word , as if his soul in that one word he did outpour ...
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Página 151 - 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...
Página 159 - In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace— Radiant palace— reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there; Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
Página 281 - Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, — Over the brink of it, Picture it — think of it, Dissolute Man ! Lave in it, drink of it Then, if you can...
Página 156 - 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.
Página 257 - O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last!
Página 134 - 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
Página 304 - 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!
Página 280 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night.
Página 171 - By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule — From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE — out of TIME.
Página 178 - Thank Heaven! the crisis, The danger, is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last — And the fever called "Living" Is conquered at last. Sadly, I know I am shorn of my strength. And no muscle I move As I lie at full length — But no matter! — I feel I am better at length. And I rest so composedly, Now, in my bed, That any beholder Might fancy me dead — Might start at beholding me, Thinking me dead. The moaning and groaning. The sighing and sobbing, Are quieted now, With that horrible...