The Poems of Edgar Allan PoeK. Paul, Trench & Company, 1885 - 172 páginas |
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... looks gigantically down . There open fanes and gaping graves Yawn level with the luminous waves ; But not the riches there that lie In each idol's diamond eye- Not the gaily - jewelled dead Tempt the waters from their bed ; For no ...
... looks gigantically down . There open fanes and gaping graves Yawn level with the luminous waves ; But not the riches there that lie In each idol's diamond eye- Not the gaily - jewelled dead Tempt the waters from their bed ; For no ...
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... looks are haggard - nothing so wears away The constitution as late hours and wine . CAS . ( musing ) . Nothing , fair cousin , nothing - not even deep sorrow— Wears it away like evil hours and wine . I will amend . ALESS . Do it ! I ...
... looks are haggard - nothing so wears away The constitution as late hours and wine . CAS . ( musing ) . Nothing , fair cousin , nothing - not even deep sorrow— Wears it away like evil hours and wine . I will amend . ALESS . Do it ! I ...
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... look . LALAGE continues to read . ) LAL . " It in another climate , so he said , " Bore a bright golden flower , but not i ' this soil ! " ( Pauses , turns over some leaves , and resumes . ) " No lingering winters there , nor snow , nor ...
... look . LALAGE continues to read . ) LAL . " It in another climate , so he said , " Bore a bright golden flower , but not i ' this soil ! " ( Pauses , turns over some leaves , and resumes . ) " No lingering winters there , nor snow , nor ...
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... look upon the face hidden by yon lattice- " To gaze upon that veiled face , and hear Once more that silent tongue . " BAL . Let me beg you , sir , Descend with me - the Duke may be offended . Let us go down , I pray you . VOICE ( loudly ) ...
... look upon the face hidden by yon lattice- " To gaze upon that veiled face , and hear Once more that silent tongue . " BAL . Let me beg you , sir , Descend with me - the Duke may be offended . Let us go down , I pray you . VOICE ( loudly ) ...
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... Look at me , brightest And beautiful Lalage ! -turn here thine eyes ! Thou askest me if I could speak of love , Knowing what I know , and seeing what I have seen . Thou askest me that - and thus I answer thee- Thus on my bended knee I ...
... Look at me , brightest And beautiful Lalage ! -turn here thine eyes ! Thou askest me if I could speak of love , Knowing what I know , and seeing what I have seen . Thou askest me that - and thus I answer thee- Thus on my bended knee I ...
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Aaraaf Al Aaraaf ALESS Alessandra amid angels Annabel Lee Annie Auber Baldazzar bells beneath bird breast breath bright Castiglione chamber door dead death deep didst thou doth dream dwell Earl of Leicester Earth EDGAR ALLAN POE Eldorado Eulalie fair fancy fell fire flowers garden glory golden happy happy flowers hath Haunted Palace hear Heaven holy Hope human Ianthe Israfel Jacinta Lalage Lenore Ligeia light live lone maiden melancholy melody Molière moon never Nevermore night o'er odor passion Poe's poems poet poetry Politian pride Quoth the raven rhyme SCENES FROM POLITIAN seraphs shadow sigh skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound speak spirit star strange sweet swells thee thine eyes things thou art thou hast thought thro throne Ulalume unto verse voice wandering wild wind wing words
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Página 7 - 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 5 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Página 13 - 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 4 - 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 140 - 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...
Página 8 - 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 167 - Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sere — As the leaves that were withering and sere; And I cried: "It was surely October On this very night of last year That I journeyed — I journeyed down here! — That I brought a dread burden down here — On this night of all nights in the year, Ah, what demon has tempted me here? Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber — This misty mid region of Weir — Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber, This ghoul-haunted...
Página 168 - 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 7 - 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...
Página 161 - Drowned in a bath Of the tresses of Annie. She tenderly kissed me, She fondly caressed, And then I fell gently To sleep on her breast Deeply to sleep From the heaven of her breast When the light was extinguished, She covered me warm, And she prayed to the angels To keep me from harm To the queen of the angels To shield me from harm.