Masterpieces of the Southern PoetsNeale publishing Company, 1912 - 278 páginas |
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Amélie Rives angels Annabel Lee Banner beauty bells beneath bird breast breath bright cloud Copyright dark dead death dream earth Enise eyes fain fair feet flow flowers forever Furl gleam golden grapevine swing grave gwine hath hear heart heaven Henry Jerome HENRY TIMROD hills of Habersham Israfel James Barron jeunesse savait John Banister Tabb John Lancaster Spalding kiss Lanier laugh leaves Lenore light lips live lovely Peggy lovers maiden Mammy's marsh marshes of Glynn Maryland moon morning Neale Publishing Company never Nevermore night o'er poems Quoth the Raven rain Rhone rose shadow sigh silence sing skies sleep smile song soul Southern poets spirit Star-Spangled banner stars sweet swell sword tears tell thee THEODORE O'HARA thine thou trees twilight Ulalume valleys of Hall Virginia voice wave weary weep wild wind wings woods yonder
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Página 185 - 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.
Página 187 - 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 !
Página 184 - 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: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Página 94 - O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave ! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps
Página 94 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Página 187 - 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 ! " Quoth the Raven,
Página 171 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek. Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Página 159 - 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 193 - 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...
Página 181 - 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.