The tales and poems of Edgar Allan Poe, with biogr. essay by J.H. Ingram, المجلد 11884 |
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الصفحة xi
... Hope the melancholy burden bore Of ' Never - nevermore . ' 999 Edgar Poe was the inheritor of trouble : his misfor- tunes have been deemed , and justly , to have preceded his birth . His father , David , was a scion of an Irish family ...
... Hope the melancholy burden bore Of ' Never - nevermore . ' 999 Edgar Poe was the inheritor of trouble : his misfor- tunes have been deemed , and justly , to have preceded his birth . His father , David , was a scion of an Irish family ...
الصفحة xv
... hope in life - to hear again the sweet and gracious words that had made the desolate world so beautiful to him , and filled his lonely heart with the oppression of a new joy . " Mrs. Stannard subsequently became the confidant of his ...
... hope in life - to hear again the sweet and gracious words that had made the desolate world so beautiful to him , and filled his lonely heart with the oppression of a new joy . " Mrs. Stannard subsequently became the confidant of his ...
الصفحة xxxviii
... hope by sending her the certificate of it . But , alas , there was no hope for the poor poet ! Obliged to visit New York on business , he left Rich- mond for Baltimore by boat , and reached the latter city safely on the 3rd of October ...
... hope by sending her the certificate of it . But , alas , there was no hope for the poor poet ! Obliged to visit New York on business , he left Rich- mond for Baltimore by boat , and reached the latter city safely on the 3rd of October ...
الصفحة 11
... hope you have not been so foolish as to take offence at any little brusquerie of mine ; but no , that is improbable . " Since I saw you I have had great cause for anxiety . I have something to tell you , yet scarcely know how to tell it ...
... hope you have not been so foolish as to take offence at any little brusquerie of mine ; but no , that is improbable . " Since I saw you I have had great cause for anxiety . I have something to tell you , yet scarcely know how to tell it ...
الصفحة 22
... hope that he would assist me , under any circumstances , in a personal contest with his master . I made no doubt that the latter had been infected with some of the innumerable Southern superstitions about money buried , and that his ...
... hope that he would assist me , under any circumstances , in a personal contest with his master . I made no doubt that the latter had been infected with some of the innumerable Southern superstitions about money buried , and that his ...
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الصفحة 121 - And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king.
الصفحة 121 - But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate!) And, round about his home, the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. And travellers, now within that valley. Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody ; While, like a rapid ghastly river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh — but...
الصفحة 76 - For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness. Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.
الصفحة 120 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
الصفحة 120 - IN THE greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion — It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
الصفحة 76 - Divine Father! — shall these things be undeviatingly so? — shall this Conqueror be not once conquered? Are we not part and parcel in Thee? Who — who knoweth the mysteries of the will with its vigor? Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.
الصفحة 159 - And yet all this might have been endured, if not approved, by the mad revellers around. But the mummer had gone so far as to assume the type of the Red Death. His vesture was dabbled in blood — and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror.
الصفحة 48 - The realities of the world affected me as visions, and as visions only, while the wild ideas of the land of dreams became, in turn, not the material of my every-day existence, but in very deed that existence utterly and solely in itself.
الصفحة 69 - Democritus — which lay far within the pupils of my beloved ? What was it ? I was possessed with a passion to discover. Those eyes! those large, those shining, those divine orbs! they became to me twin stars of Leda, and I to them devoutest of astrologers.
الصفحة 124 - ... we two alone bore it to its rest. The vault in which we placed it (and which had been so long unopened that our torches, half smothered in its oppressive atmosphere, gave us little opportunity for investigation) was small, damp, and entirely without means of admission for light, lying at VOL. I. I great depth immediately beneath that portion of the building in which was my own sleeping apartment.