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... called upon to quiet the public mind iu one of the most refined capitals of Europe , and soothe the dreadful apprehensions with which the approach of a comet was regarded . Yet even du- ring the short interval , such has been the ...
... called upon to quiet the public mind iu one of the most refined capitals of Europe , and soothe the dreadful apprehensions with which the approach of a comet was regarded . Yet even du- ring the short interval , such has been the ...
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... called out the more to him to hold on ; and presently got him , where we could most lay hold of him , and were only waiting for a good lift of the sea , to bring him up , when the poor fellow groaned out , " It's no use - I can't - good ...
... called out the more to him to hold on ; and presently got him , where we could most lay hold of him , and were only waiting for a good lift of the sea , to bring him up , when the poor fellow groaned out , " It's no use - I can't - good ...
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... called death of Cornstalk and those who fell with across the river and the body was taken over . him . Captain McKee disavowed for himself This Gilmore was one of nineteen children and his garrison all participation in this mur- of the ...
... called death of Cornstalk and those who fell with across the river and the body was taken over . him . Captain McKee disavowed for himself This Gilmore was one of nineteen children and his garrison all participation in this mur- of the ...
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... called ing their dead into the Ohio all the day . the Big Savannah , at or near the place where Col. Charles Lewis was wounded early in Lewisburg now stands [ in ] Greenbrier . My the action , but did not let his wound be father and ...
... called ing their dead into the Ohio all the day . the Big Savannah , at or near the place where Col. Charles Lewis was wounded early in Lewisburg now stands [ in ] Greenbrier . My the action , but did not let his wound be father and ...
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... called his analytic tales . This is not representing the author's mind in its various pha- ses . A reader gathering his knowledge of Mr. Poe from this Wiley & Putnam issue would per- ceive nothing of the diversity and variety for which ...
... called his analytic tales . This is not representing the author's mind in its various pha- ses . A reader gathering his knowledge of Mr. Poe from this Wiley & Putnam issue would per- ceive nothing of the diversity and variety for which ...
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Page 35 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Page 35 - 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...
Page 58 - And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning, as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters...
Page 35 - But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'Other friends have flown before On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
Page 35 - 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 238 - So, cast and mingled with his very frame. The mind's disease, its ruling passion came; Each vital humour which should feed the whole, Soon flows to this, in body and in soul: Whatever warms the heart, or fills the head, As the mind opens, and its functions spread, Imagination plies her dangerous art, And pours it all upon the peccant part.
Page 241 - Mammon led them on, Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.
Page 62 - IN that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And the streets still re-echo the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
Page 477 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Page 35 - 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...