The complete poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe, with a selection of his sketches and reviews1866 |
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... RIVER TAMERLANE To 88 102 103 110 ROMANCE . FAIRY - LAND THE LAKE . To SONG 110 111 113 113 To M. L. SH- 114 PHILOSOPHY OF FURNITURE 115 A TALE OF JERUSALEM 122 A TALE OF THE RAGGED MOUNTAINS . 126 KING PEST 139 • LIONIZING 153 THE MAN ...
... RIVER TAMERLANE To 88 102 103 110 ROMANCE . FAIRY - LAND THE LAKE . To SONG 110 111 113 113 To M. L. SH- 114 PHILOSOPHY OF FURNITURE 115 A TALE OF JERUSALEM 122 A TALE OF THE RAGGED MOUNTAINS . 126 KING PEST 139 • LIONIZING 153 THE MAN ...
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... 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 . { The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and 18 AN ESSAY ON THE POETIC PRINCIPLE .
... 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 . { The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and 18 AN ESSAY ON THE POETIC PRINCIPLE .
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... river : Mad , from life's history , Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurl'd- 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 ...
... river : Mad , from life's history , Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurl'd- 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 ...
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... rivers - in the repose of sequestered lakes in the star - mirroring depths of lonely wells . He perceives it in the songs of birds - in the harp of Æolus in the sighing of the night - wind - in the repining voice of the forest - in the ...
... rivers - in the repose of sequestered lakes in the star - mirroring depths of lonely wells . He perceives it in the songs of birds - in the harp of Æolus in the sighing of the night - wind - in the repining voice of the forest - in the ...
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... river ; And , Guy de Vere , hast thou no tear ? -weep now of never more ! See ! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love , Lenore Come ! let the burial rite be read — the funeral song be sung ! - An anthem for the queenliest dead ...
... river ; And , Guy de Vere , hast thou no tear ? -weep now of never more ! See ! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love , Lenore Come ! let the burial rite be read — the funeral song be sung ! - An anthem for the queenliest dead ...
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Page 18 - 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. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Page 21 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Page 24 - 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.
Page 29 - 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!
Page 29 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Page 27 - 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 "Nevermore.
Page 25 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 30 - 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!
Page 42 - 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...
Page 18 - ... clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. "Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, — All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. "Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful.