The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe, with a prefatory notice, by J. Skipsey1885 - 288 páginas |
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... 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 , " Nevermore . " Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear dis- course 46 THE RAVEN .
... 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 , " Nevermore . " Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear dis- course 46 THE RAVEN .
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Edgar Allan Poe. Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear dis- course so plainly , bore ; Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy [ being For we cannot help agreeing that no living human Ever yet was blessed with seeing ...
Edgar Allan Poe. Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear dis- course so plainly , bore ; Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy [ being For we cannot help agreeing that no living human Ever yet was blessed with seeing ...
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... HEAR Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells ! How they tinkle , tinkle , tinkle , In the icy air of night ! E While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens , seem TO MY MOTHER . 65 To my Mother The Bells.
... HEAR Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells ! How they tinkle , tinkle , tinkle , In the icy air of night ! E While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens , seem TO MY MOTHER . 65 To my Mother The Bells.
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... HEAR the mellow wedding bells , Golden bells ! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells ! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight ! From the molten - golden notes , And all in tune , What a liquid ditty ...
... HEAR the mellow wedding bells , Golden bells ! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells ! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight ! From the molten - golden notes , And all in tune , What a liquid ditty ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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Al Aaraaf ALESSANDRA amid angels ANNABEL LEE BALDAZZAR beauty bells beneath bosom breath bright CASTIGLIONE censer countenance dark death deep didst divine draperies dream Earth ebony EDGAR ALLAN POE Edgar Poe excitement eyes fair fancy feel fell flowers gentle ghastly glance glory golden hath Haunted Palace heard heart Heaven Israfel JACINTA JOSEPH SKIPSEY lady LALAGE length Lenore Ligeia light lips long poem maiden melody moon murmur never Nevermore night o'er odours palace passion pause Philosophy of Composition poet poet's poetic Poetic Principle POLITIAN Quoth the Raven Raven Robert Moffat Rowena sentiment shadow sigh silent sleep smile solemn song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars stood strange sure sweet tears terror thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thro throne truth Ulalume unto Usher utter voice wild wind wings words young
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Página 51 - thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.
Página 75 - For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Página 233 - During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Página 66 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb; And I said — "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb ? " She replied — "Ulalume — Ulalume — T is the vault of thy lost Ulalume!
Página 53 - 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...
Página 88 - 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 63 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...
Página 45 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door — "'Tis some visitor, "I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Página 101 - Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie.
Página 75 - 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 Anabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...