The Works of Edgar Allan Poe: Memoir. TalesA. & C. Black, 1883 |
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الصفحة lxiii
... looked really elegant on her . . . . Mrs. Poe looked very young ; she had large black eyes , and a pearly whiteness of complexion , which was a perfect pallor . Her pale face , her brilliant eyes , and her raven hair , gave her an ...
... looked really elegant on her . . . . Mrs. Poe looked very young ; she had large black eyes , and a pearly whiteness of complexion , which was a perfect pallor . Her pale face , her brilliant eyes , and her raven hair , gave her an ...
الصفحة xcii
... looked upon our departed friend as singularly indifferent to wealth for its own sake , but as very positive in his opinions that the scale of social merit was not of the highest - that MIND , somehow , was apt to be left out of the ...
... looked upon our departed friend as singularly indifferent to wealth for its own sake , but as very positive in his opinions that the scale of social merit was not of the highest - that MIND , somehow , was apt to be left out of the ...
الصفحة 4
... looked for some in a drawer , but found none . " Never mind , " said he at length , " this will answer ; " and he drew from his waistcoat pocket a scrap of what I took to be very dirty foolscap , and made upon it a rough drawing with ...
... looked for some in a drawer , but found none . " Never mind , " said he at length , " this will answer ; " and he drew from his waistcoat pocket a scrap of what I took to be very dirty foolscap , and made upon it a rough drawing with ...
الصفحة 19
... looked , mutely , from his master to myself , and then from myself to his master . 66 66 " Come ! we must go back , " said the latter ; " the game's not up yet ; " and he again led the way to the tulip - tree . Jupiter , " said he ...
... looked , mutely , from his master to myself , and then from myself to his master . 66 66 " Come ! we must go back , " said the latter ; " the game's not up yet ; " and he again led the way to the tulip - tree . Jupiter , " said he ...
الصفحة 25
... looked about him for a leaf , or something of that nature , by which to take hold of it . It was at this moment that his eyes , and mine also , fell upon the scrap of parchment , which I then supposed to be paper . It was lying half ...
... looked about him for a leaf , or something of that nature , by which to take hold of it . It was at this moment that his eyes , and mine also , fell upon the scrap of parchment , which I then supposed to be paper . It was lying half ...
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مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 179 - 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 356 - That motley drama, oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased for evermore By a crowd that seize it not, Through a circle that ever returneth in To the self-same spot, And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot.
الصفحة 366 - What song the syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
الصفحة 189 - 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 356 - And the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? 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 188 - 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 179 - I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible.
الصفحة 188 - I have just spoken of that morbid condition of the auditory nerve which rendered all music intolerable to the sufferer, with the exception of certain effects of stringed instruments. It was, perhaps, the narrow limits to which he thus confined himself upon the guitar, which gave birth, in great measure, to the fantastic character of his performances. But the fervid facility of his impromptus could not be so accounted for. They must have been, and were, in the notes, as well as in the words of his...
الصفحة 198 - ... rather, the rending of her coffin, and the grating of the iron hinges of her prison, and her struggles within the coppered archway of the vault! Oh! whither shall I fly ? Will she not be here anon ? Is she not hurrying to upbraid me for my haste ? Have I not heard her footstep on the stair ? Do I not distinguish that heavy and horrible beating of her heart ? Madman...
الصفحة 191 - ... one evening, having informed me abruptly that the lady Madeline was no more, he stated his intention of preserving her corpse for a fortnight (previously to its final interment) in one of the numerous vaults within the main walls of the building. The worldly reason, however, assigned for this singular proceeding was one which I did not feel at liberty to dispute.