The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, Volume 1Redfield, 1853 |
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... perceive the ministers of good and evil who throng continually around it . No man of mere talent ever flung his inkstand at the devil . When we say that Mr. Poe had genius , we do not mean to say that he has produced evidence of the ...
... perceive the ministers of good and evil who throng continually around it . No man of mere talent ever flung his inkstand at the devil . When we say that Mr. Poe had genius , we do not mean to say that he has produced evidence of the ...
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... of dictions , metres , and plots , he seemed wanting in the faculty of perceiving the profounder ethics of art . His criticisms are , however , distinguished for 1 ހ scientific precision and coherence of logic . They xii EDGAR A. POE .
... of dictions , metres , and plots , he seemed wanting in the faculty of perceiving the profounder ethics of art . His criticisms are , however , distinguished for 1 ހ scientific precision and coherence of logic . They xii EDGAR A. POE .
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... perceive , but slightly concealed , the figure of himself . " Apropos of the disparaging portion of the above well - written sketch , let us truthfully say : - Some four or five years since , when editing a daily paper in this city , Mr ...
... perceive , but slightly concealed , the figure of himself . " Apropos of the disparaging portion of the above well - written sketch , let us truthfully say : - Some four or five years since , when editing a daily paper in this city , Mr ...
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... perceive by a paragraph in the papers , that your " Prose Writers of Ameri- ca " is in press . Unless your opinions of my literary character are entirely changed , you will , I think , like something of mine , and you are welcome to ...
... perceive by a paragraph in the papers , that your " Prose Writers of Ameri- ca " is in press . Unless your opinions of my literary character are entirely changed , you will , I think , like something of mine , and you are welcome to ...
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... perceive no mode of escape from a public statement of what is true and what erroneous in the report alluded to . That my wife is ill , then , is true ; and you may imagine with what feelings I add that this illness , hopeless from the ...
... perceive no mode of escape from a public statement of what is true and what erroneous in the report alluded to . That my wife is ill , then , is true ; and you may imagine with what feelings I add that this illness , hopeless from the ...
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Page ix - 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 300 - 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. Banners yellow, glorious, golden. On its roof did float and flow; (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago;) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
Page 291 - 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 evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Page 309 - I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder — there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters — and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the "HOUSE OF USHER.
Page 460 - For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness. Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.
Page 301 - ... evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn! — for never morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody; While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh —...
Page 378 - On! on!"— but o'er the Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast! For, alas! alas! with me The light of Life is o'er! "No more — no more...
Page 381 - Thou wilt not wake, Till I thy fate shall overtake: Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there; I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale.
Page 382 - TRUE! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses — not destroyed — not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily — how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
Page 292 - A letter, however, had lately reached me in a distant part of the country, a letter from him, which, in its wildly importunate nature, had admitted of no other than a personal reply. The MS. gave evidence of nervous agitation. The writer spoke of acute bodily illness, of a mental...