Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ...H. Vizetelly, 1852 - 479 páginas |
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... boat in which we were to embark . " What is the meaning of all this , Jup ? " I inquired . " Him syfe , massa , and spade . " " Very true ; but what are they doing here ? " " Him de syfe and de spade what Massa Will sis pon my buying ...
... boat in which we were to embark . " What is the meaning of all this , Jup ? " I inquired . " Him syfe , massa , and spade . " " Very true ; but what are they doing here ? " " Him de syfe and de spade what Massa Will sis pon my buying ...
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... boat . The wreck seemed to have been there for a very great while ; for the resemblance to boat timbers could scarcely be traced . " Well , Jupiter picked up the parchment , wrapped the beetle in it , and gave it to me . Soon afterwards ...
... boat . The wreck seemed to have been there for a very great while ; for the resemblance to boat timbers could scarcely be traced . " Well , Jupiter picked up the parchment , wrapped the beetle in it , and gave it to me . Soon afterwards ...
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Edgar Allan Poe. There was a together two lengths of a great chain . boat lying upon a sea - coast , and not far from the boat was a parchment - not a paper - with a skull depicted upon it . You will , of course , ask where is the con ...
Edgar Allan Poe. There was a together two lengths of a great chain . boat lying upon a sea - coast , and not far from the boat was a parchment - not a paper - with a skull depicted upon it . You will , of course , ask where is the con ...
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... Boats , yachts , and ships have been carried away by not guarding against it before they were within its reach . It likewise happens frequently , that whales come too near the stream , and are overpowered by its violence ; and then it ...
... Boats , yachts , and ships have been carried away by not guarding against it before they were within its reach . It likewise happens frequently , that whales come too near the stream , and are overpowered by its violence ; and then it ...
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... boat on the wind , but could make no headway at all for the eddies ; and I was upon the point of proposing to return to the an- chorage when , looking astern , we saw the whole horizon covered with a singular copper - coloured cloud ...
... boat on the wind , but could make no headway at all for the eddies ; and I was upon the point of proposing to return to the an- chorage when , looking astern , we saw the whole horizon covered with a singular copper - coloured cloud ...
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altogether Annabel Lee appeared assassins Auguste Dupin Barrière du Roule Beauvais beetle bells boat body catalepsy chamber character circumstances Commerciel corpse dark dead death death's-head door doubt Dupin endeavour escape Eustache evidence excitement eyes fact fancy feet fell Frenchman gang girl Gliddon hand head heard HENRY VIZETELLY idea imagine innu Jupiter knew known L'Etoile Legrand length letter limb looked Madame Deluc Madame l'Espanaye Marie Rogêt massa matter means meerschaum mind minutes morning Moskoe-strom mummy murder mystery nature nearly never night observed once ordinary Ourang-Outang paper parchment party period person police Ponnonner prefect Purloined Letter question Quoth the Raven racters remarkable replied river Rue Morgue scarabæus scarcely seemed shore skull soul spot stereotomy Sullivan's Island suppose sure suspicion tell thicket thing thought thrown tion took trace tulip-tree Valdemar voice whole words
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Página 223 - 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 236 - It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Página 225 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Página 228 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend! " I shrieked, upstarting' "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Página 231 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ; How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Página 240 - 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.
Página 236 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child. In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Página 232 - 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...
Página 230 - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme. To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells,— From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Página 241 - I dwelt alone In a world of moan, And my soul was a stagnant tide, Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride — Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride. Ah, less — less bright The stars of the night Than the eyes of the radiant girl ! And never a flake That the vapor can make With the moon-tints of purple and pearl, Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl — Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl. Now...