The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe, with a prefatory notice, by J. Skipsey1885 - 288 من الصفحات |
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... light of his beautiful eyes , and in the weird tones of his voice - if not in the gravity of much of his speech , which , I have no doubt , such a youth would be noted for . That she should become his confidant , and the theme and ...
... light of his beautiful eyes , and in the weird tones of his voice - if not in the gravity of much of his speech , which , I have no doubt , such a youth would be noted for . That she should become his confidant , and the theme and ...
الصفحة 12
... light , through storm and night , so trembled from afar , What could there be more purely bright in Truth's day- star ? " I am not afraid of being misunderstood here by the pure in soul , and all who read the poet's poems are too much ...
... light , through storm and night , so trembled from afar , What could there be more purely bright in Truth's day- star ? " I am not afraid of being misunderstood here by the pure in soul , and all who read the poet's poems are too much ...
الصفحة 14
... light on the unpleasant subject , and as such ought to be kept in view while we give a hurried glance at his after - career . 66 As I have intimated , he was but a mere youth when Mrs. Stannard died - in fact he was a school- boy - and ...
... light on the unpleasant subject , and as such ought to be kept in view while we give a hurried glance at his after - career . 66 As I have intimated , he was but a mere youth when Mrs. Stannard died - in fact he was a school- boy - and ...
الصفحة 27
... but it is not the mere suggestion , but what is developed out of it , that forms the charm and the value of a poem . The ray of light in itself may be valuable , but it requires a prism to resolve it PREFATORY NOTICE . 27.
... but it is not the mere suggestion , but what is developed out of it , that forms the charm and the value of a poem . The ray of light in itself may be valuable , but it requires a prism to resolve it PREFATORY NOTICE . 27.
الصفحة 28
... light or old verse , and may only contain one among a thousand thoughts essential to the poet's purpose , and the touch of genius required to show its utility in such a case can only fitly find its parallel in the power that enables ...
... light or old verse , and may only contain one among a thousand thoughts essential to the poet's purpose , and the touch of genius required to show its utility in such a case can only fitly find its parallel in the power that enables ...
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Al Aaraaf ALESSANDRA amid angels ANNABEL LEE BALDAZZAR beauty bells beneath bosom breath bright CASTIGLIONE censer countenance dark death deep didst divine draperies dream Earth ebony EDGAR ALLAN POE Edgar Poe excitement eyes fair fancy feel fell flowers gentle ghastly glance glory golden hath Haunted Palace heard heart Heaven Israfel JACINTA JOSEPH SKIPSEY lady LALAGE length Lenore Ligeia light lips long poem maiden melody moon murmur never Nevermore night o'er odours palace passion pause Philosophy of Composition poet poet's poetic Poetic Principle POLITIAN Quoth the Raven Raven Robert Moffat Rowena sentiment shadow sigh silent sleep smile solemn song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars stood strange sure sweet tears terror thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thro throne truth Ulalume unto Usher utter voice wild wind wings words young
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الصفحة 51 - thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.
الصفحة 75 - For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
الصفحة 233 - 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 66 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb; And I said — "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb ? " She replied — "Ulalume — Ulalume — T is the vault of thy lost Ulalume!
الصفحة 53 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
الصفحة 88 - By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule — From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE — out of TIME.
الصفحة 63 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...
الصفحة 45 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door — "'Tis some visitor, "I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
الصفحة 101 - Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie.
الصفحة 75 - 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 Anabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...