The Works of Edgar Allan Poe: Memoir. TalesA. & C. Black, 1883 |
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الصفحة xiv
... voice was a household law , and , at an age when few children have abandoned their leading - strings , I was left to the guidance of my own will , and became , in all but name , the master of my own actions . " ... In 1816 , the Allans ...
... voice was a household law , and , at an age when few children have abandoned their leading - strings , I was left to the guidance of my own will , and became , in all but name , the master of my own actions . " ... In 1816 , the Allans ...
الصفحة xviii
... voice was most needed , she died . But when she was entombed in a neighbouring cemetery , her poor boyish admirer could not endure the thought of her lying there lonely and forsaken in her vaulted home , and for * Mrs. Helen Stannard ...
... voice was most needed , she died . But when she was entombed in a neighbouring cemetery , her poor boyish admirer could not endure the thought of her lying there lonely and forsaken in her vaulted home , and for * Mrs. Helen Stannard ...
الصفحة lxiii
... voice was melody itself . He always spoke low , even in a violent discussion , compelling his hearers to listen if they would know his opinion , his facts , fancies , philosophy , or his weird imagin- ings . These last usually flowed ...
... voice was melody itself . He always spoke low , even in a violent discussion , compelling his hearers to listen if they would know his opinion , his facts , fancies , philosophy , or his weird imagin- ings . These last usually flowed ...
الصفحة xcv
... voices of angels , and held delighted companionship with them as the cold throng swept disdainfully by him , was often in danger of being thrust out houseless , homeless , beggared upon the world , with all his fine feelings strung to a ...
... voices of angels , and held delighted companionship with them as the cold throng swept disdainfully by him , was often in danger of being thrust out houseless , homeless , beggared upon the world , with all his fine feelings strung to a ...
الصفحة 14
... voice was again heard . " Mos feerd for to ventur pon dis limb berry far - tis dead limb putty much all de way . " " Did you say it was a dead limb , Jupiter ? " cried Legrand in a quavering voice . 66 Yes , massa , him dead as de door ...
... voice was again heard . " Mos feerd for to ventur pon dis limb berry far - tis dead limb putty much all de way . " " Did you say it was a dead limb , Jupiter ? " cried Legrand in a quavering voice . 66 Yes , massa , him dead as de door ...
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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.