The World's Great Masterpieces: History, Biography, Science, Philosophy, Poetry, the Drama, Travel, Adventure, Fiction, Etc, Volume 17American Literary Society, 1901 - Literature |
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... 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 the lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Raven , " Nevermore . " " Prophet ! " cried I , " thing ...
... 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 the lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Raven , " Nevermore . " " Prophet ! " cried I , " thing ...
Page 9031
... thee stand ! The agate lamp within thy hand , Ah ! Psyche , from the regions which Are Holy Land ! A DESCENT INTO THE MAELSTROM . " It is now within a few days of three years since what I am going to tell you occurred . It was on the ...
... thee stand ! The agate lamp within thy hand , Ah ! Psyche , from the regions which Are Holy Land ! A DESCENT INTO THE MAELSTROM . " It is now within a few days of three years since what I am going to tell you occurred . It was on the ...
Page 9087
... thee , Wallace ? " was the ques- tion her almost flitting soul uttered , as she , trembling , yet with . swift steps , ascended the stone stairs which led from the water's edge to the entrance of the Tower . She flew through the dif ...
... thee , Wallace ? " was the ques- tion her almost flitting soul uttered , as she , trembling , yet with . swift steps , ascended the stone stairs which led from the water's edge to the entrance of the Tower . She flew through the dif ...
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... thee ! " The pressure , the voice , roused the dormant life of Helen . With a torturing sigh she unsealed her eyes from the death - like load that oppressed them , and found herself in the arms of Wallace . All her wandering senses ...
... thee ! " The pressure , the voice , roused the dormant life of Helen . With a torturing sigh she unsealed her eyes from the death - like load that oppressed them , and found herself in the arms of Wallace . All her wandering senses ...
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... thee here ; but even in the hours or years of our separation my spirit will hover near thee , to bear thine to our everlasting home . " The heart of Helen alternately beat violently , and stopped , as if the vital currents were suddenly ...
... thee here ; but even in the hours or years of our separation my spirit will hover near thee , to bear thine to our everlasting home . " The heart of Helen alternately beat violently , and stopped , as if the vital currents were suddenly ...
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ANDROMACHE Annie appeared Armaiti arms asked beautiful bells bill of attainder Bon Bec Bregenz called Capernaum Carthage Carthaginians cried CYRANO Dampier dear death door dream earth Elly eyes face father fear fell gave Gennesaret George girl give gold Granada GUICHE hand Hannibal happy hazzan head heard heart heaven Helen honor hope hour Ingolstadt Ipsden Jacky Jatte Jesuits Jesus Jupiter King knew lady laughed leave Leavenworth letter light lived look Lord Lysimachus Marlowe master mind Morgante mother never night o'er once Ormazd passed passion PIMEN poor pray psaltery quartz Robinson rose round ROXANE seemed sighed silence smile soon soul spirit Sraosha stood tears tell thee things thou thought tion told took Triplet troubadour turned voice Wallace wish woman words young Zoroastrianism
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Page 9023 - 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
Page 9031 - To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome.
Page 9027 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells!
Page 9022 - Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before. "Surely...
Page 9024 - 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!
Page 9023 - 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...
Page 9028 - 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.
Page 9028 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me; Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Page 9167 - The Sea • The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Page 9026 - 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...