The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With an Original Memoir |
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... young Poe was the most dissolute and reckless among them . Though extremely slight in person , and almost effeminate in his manner , he is represented to have been foremost in all athletic sports and games ; and there is good testimony ...
... young Poe was the most dissolute and reckless among them . Though extremely slight in person , and almost effeminate in his manner , he is represented to have been foremost in all athletic sports and games ; and there is good testimony ...
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... young adventurer was sent home to America ; and , on his arrival at Richmond , Mr. Allan received him with kindness , forgave him his past misconduct , and procured him a cadetship in the United States Military Academy at West Point ...
... young adventurer was sent home to America ; and , on his arrival at Richmond , Mr. Allan received him with kindness , forgave him his past misconduct , and procured him a cadetship in the United States Military Academy at West Point ...
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... his most marked peculiarities of style and inven- tion . The award was made in October , 1833 , and , fortunately for the young author , there was one gentleman on the committee who made the decision EDGAR ALLAN POE . 25.
... his most marked peculiarities of style and inven- tion . The award was made in October , 1833 , and , fortunately for the young author , there was one gentleman on the committee who made the decision EDGAR ALLAN POE . 25.
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... young , amiable and gentle girl , without fortune or friends , and as ill - calculated as himself to buffet the waves of an adverse fortune . In New York he wrote for the literary periodicals , but soon removed to Philadelphia , where ...
... young , amiable and gentle girl , without fortune or friends , and as ill - calculated as himself to buffet the waves of an adverse fortune . In New York he wrote for the literary periodicals , but soon removed to Philadelphia , where ...
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... young- A dirge for her the doubly dead In that she died so young . " Wretches ye loved her for her wealth And hated her for her pride , And when she fell in feeble health , Ye blessed her - that she died ! How shall the ritual , then ...
... young- A dirge for her the doubly dead In that she died so young . " Wretches ye loved her for her wealth And hated her for her pride , And when she fell in feeble health , Ye blessed her - that she died ! How shall the ritual , then ...
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Page 50 - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "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 44 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "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 48 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore, — Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never — nevermore.
Page 80 - 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.
Page 76 - 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...
Page 264 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 74 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Page 47 - 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 farther 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 81 - With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.
Page 75 - 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, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...