The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: Poems and talesRedfield, 1853 |
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... voice . And the night shall be filled with music , And the cares , that infest the day , Shall fold their tents , like the Arabs , And as silently steal away . With no great range of imagination , these lines have been justly admired ...
... voice . And the night shall be filled with music , And the cares , that infest the day , Shall fold their tents , like the Arabs , And as silently steal away . With no great range of imagination , these lines have been justly admired ...
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... voice . The ryhthmical flow , here , is even voluptuous - nothing could be more melodious . The poem has always affected me in a re- markable manner . The intense melancholy which seems to well up , perforce , to the surface of all the ...
... voice . The ryhthmical flow , here , is even voluptuous - nothing could be more melodious . The poem has always affected me in a re- markable manner . The intense melancholy which seems to well up , perforce , to the surface of all the ...
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... voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain ; But memory , such as mine of her , So very much endears , When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's , but hers . I fill'd this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone , A ...
... voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain ; But memory , such as mine of her , So very much endears , When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's , but hers . I fill'd this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone , A ...
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... voice of the forest in the surf that complains to the shore - in the fresh breath of the woods - in the scent of the violet - in the voluptuous perfume of the hyacinth - in the suggestive odor that comes to him , at eventide , from far ...
... voice of the forest in the surf that complains to the shore - in the fresh breath of the woods - in the scent of the violet - in the voluptuous perfume of the hyacinth - in the suggestive odor that comes to him , at eventide , from far ...
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... voice of all God's creatures , " ) Could hope to utter . And I ! my spells are broken . The pen falls powerless from my shivering hand . With thy dear name as text , though bidden by thee , I cannot write - I cannot speak or think— Alas ...
... voice of all God's creatures , " ) Could hope to utter . And I ! my spells are broken . The pen falls powerless from my shivering hand . With thy dear name as text , though bidden by thee , I cannot write - I cannot speak or think— Alas ...
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61 Cygni absolute accented Al Aaraaf altogether anapæst appearance atoms Baldazzar beautiful Bon-Bon cæsura called cameleopard catalectic centre character CHARMION cluster comprehend conceive course dactyl diffusion distance Divine dream Earth effect epoch equality exist eyes fact fancy feet foot force Froissart gentleman Goodfellow hand hath head heart Heaven hexameter Hop-Frog hypothesis iambus idea imagine immediately irradiation king Lalage length less light look Madame Lalande matter means merely mind moon Mummy natural nebula never Nevermore night Nosology oblong box observed Old Charley once original ourang-outangs Pennifeather perceive phænomena planets poem Politian precisely principle Prosodies regard replied rhyme rhythm scansion seemed seen sense shadow short syllables Shuttleworthy soul speak spirit spondaic spondee stars suppose tendency thee thing thou thought thousand tion trochaic trochee truth Unity Universe verse whole word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 268 - 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
Página 8 - Lenore!" Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice ; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore ; Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore : 'Tis the wind and nothing more.
Página 20 - 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 ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Página 28 - 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. And so, all the night-tide I lie down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life, and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Página 10 - Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil !— prophet still, if bird or devil ! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead ? — tell me — tell me, I implore !" Quoth the Raven,
Página ix - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
Página 24 - 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; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Página 7 - 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.
Página 8 - Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal 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.
Página 9 - 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.