The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe, with a prefatory notice, by J. Skipsey1885 - 288 páginas |
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... speaking in particular of his tales , not of his great poems , for the very best of these had not yet appeared , and the merits of the few pieces that had been issued in pamphlet or book form , and in the columns of the magazines , were ...
... speaking in particular of his tales , not of his great poems , for the very best of these had not yet appeared , and the merits of the few pieces that had been issued in pamphlet or book form , and in the columns of the magazines , were ...
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... speak of wealth but his cheek paled with gnawing envy . " This would have been a great pity if it had been true , but would have only shown that Poe must have greatly underrated the wealth - the mental wealth - of which he was possessed ...
... speak of wealth but his cheek paled with gnawing envy . " This would have been a great pity if it had been true , but would have only shown that Poe must have greatly underrated the wealth - the mental wealth - of which he was possessed ...
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... speak of a man as being self- conceited when he has a ridiculously high notion of his self - importance ; but what notion had Poe of himself that was not justifiable on the strength of his supreme abilities ? How many more than a dozen ...
... speak of a man as being self- conceited when he has a ridiculously high notion of his self - importance ; but what notion had Poe of himself that was not justifiable on the strength of his supreme abilities ? How many more than a dozen ...
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... speak in sincerity when I say that the supposed necessity of any one having to do this is a huge evil , and that we owe our best thanks to Edgar Poe for having bravely tried to put an end to it even at the risk of our losing a really ...
... speak in sincerity when I say that the supposed necessity of any one having to do this is a huge evil , and that we owe our best thanks to Edgar Poe for having bravely tried to put an end to it even at the risk of our losing a really ...
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... speak of Mangan on the merit of some lyrics solely , which are to be found in two or three Irish ballad books published by Duffy of Dublin , and which , besides the splendid and pathetic “ Times of the Barmecides " and " Dark Rosaleen ...
... speak of Mangan on the merit of some lyrics solely , which are to be found in two or three Irish ballad books published by Duffy of Dublin , and which , besides the splendid and pathetic “ Times of the Barmecides " and " Dark Rosaleen ...
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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...