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الصفحة ix
... DEAD Το ROMANCE TO THE RIVER TO SCIENCE TO HELEN ISRAFEL THE CITY IN THE SEA THE SLEEPER LENORE • • THE VALLEY OF UNREST THE COLISEUM HYMN TO ONE IN PARADISE To F- . To F- -s S. O D TO ZANTE BRIDAL BALLAD SILENCE • THE CONQUEROR WORM ...
... DEAD Το ROMANCE TO THE RIVER TO SCIENCE TO HELEN ISRAFEL THE CITY IN THE SEA THE SLEEPER LENORE • • THE VALLEY OF UNREST THE COLISEUM HYMN TO ONE IN PARADISE To F- . To F- -s S. O D TO ZANTE BRIDAL BALLAD SILENCE • THE CONQUEROR WORM ...
الصفحة xvii
... dead wife , which he recorded shortly before his death in the exquisite lyric , “ Annabel Lee . ” In July , 1849 , full of the darkest forebodings , and predict- ing that he should never return , Poe went to Richmond . Here he spent a ...
... dead wife , which he recorded shortly before his death in the exquisite lyric , “ Annabel Lee . ” In July , 1849 , full of the darkest forebodings , and predict- ing that he should never return , Poe went to Richmond . Here he spent a ...
الصفحة xxv
... dead wife . Last of all was printed the brief " Eldorado , " a fitting death - song for Poe , in which a gallant knight sets out , singing a song , " " in search of Eldorado , " only to learn when youth and strength are gone that he ...
... dead wife . Last of all was printed the brief " Eldorado , " a fitting death - song for Poe , in which a gallant knight sets out , singing a song , " " in search of Eldorado , " only to learn when youth and strength are gone that he ...
الصفحة xxx
... dead author very black indeed , and his account is now generally considered unfair . In 1874-1875 " The Works of Edgar Allan Poe , " with Memoir , edited by John H. Ingram , were published in four volumes , in Edinburgh , and in 1876 in ...
... dead author very black indeed , and his account is now generally considered unfair . In 1874-1875 " The Works of Edgar Allan Poe , " with Memoir , edited by John H. Ingram , were published in four volumes , in Edinburgh , and in 1876 in ...
الصفحة 3
... DEAD Thy soul shall find itself alone ' Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone ; Not one , of all the crowd , to pry Into thine hour of secrecy . 5 IO 15 Be silent in that solitude , Which is not loneliness 3 SONG SPIRITS OF THE DEAD.
... DEAD Thy soul shall find itself alone ' Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone ; Not one , of all the crowd , to pry Into thine hour of secrecy . 5 IO 15 Be silent in that solitude , Which is not loneliness 3 SONG SPIRITS OF THE DEAD.
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Annabel Lee appeared Auber Averni BALTIMORE POLYTECHNIC INSTITUTE beautiful beetle bells character Conqueror Worm countenance dark dead death's-head dream Dupin Edgar Allan Poe edition effect excitement eyes fancy feel feet fell felt Frances Sargent Osgood Gayley's Classic Myths GOLD-BUG hand hath Haunted Palace heart Heaven hope horror House of Usher human idea island Israfel Jupiter Jupiter's Legrand length Lenore letter light limb Lofoden looked MAELSTRÖM massa means mind minutes moon Moskoe Moskoe-ström mystery never Nevermore night o'er observed once parchment perceive perhaps person Poe's poem poet Prefect Published PURLOINED LETTER Raven Red Death replied rhyme scarabæus seemed shadow silence singular skull soul spirit spot story sure tarn tell terror thee things thou thought Thyeste tion tree truth Ulalume walls whirl whole wild wind words ΙΟ
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الصفحة 24 - And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door...
الصفحة 23 - 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.
الصفحة 22 - 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.
الصفحة xxvi - A skilful literary artist has constructed a tale. If wise, he has not fashioned his thoughts to accommodate his incidents; but having conceived, with deliberate care, a certain unique or single effect to be wrought out, he then invents such incidents — he then combines such events as may best aid him in establishing this preconceived effect.
الصفحة 23 - 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 a...
الصفحة 45 - DURING THE WHOLE of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
الصفحة 23 - I heard you" — here I opened wide the door — Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, " Lenore !"— This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!
الصفحة 23 - 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.
الصفحة 41 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
الصفحة 38 - 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...