The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe, with Original Memoir. Illustrated by F. R. Pickersgill, J. Tenniel, Birket Foster, Etc1866 |
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... called the Parthenon . F. R. PICKERSGILL . W. J. Linton . 127 PERCIVAL SKELTON . . J. Cooper . . . 130 TO THE RIVER . For in his heart , as in thy stream , Her image deeply lies . BIRKET FOSTER . E. Evans .. 133 We grew in age - and ...
... called the Parthenon . F. R. PICKERSGILL . W. J. Linton . 127 PERCIVAL SKELTON . . J. Cooper . . . 130 TO THE RIVER . For in his heart , as in thy stream , Her image deeply lies . BIRKET FOSTER . E. Evans .. 133 We grew in age - and ...
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... called Edgar Allan . The precocious child was petted by his adopted parents , who took pride in his forwardness and beauty ; he was sent to the best schools , and was regarded as the heir to their property . In 1816 Mr. and Mrs. Allan ...
... called Edgar Allan . The precocious child was petted by his adopted parents , who took pride in his forwardness and beauty ; he was sent to the best schools , and was regarded as the heir to their property . In 1816 Mr. and Mrs. Allan ...
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... called upon to save him from arrest , on account of an indiscretion ; through the kind offices of this gentleman the young adventurer was sent home to America , and , on his arrival in Richmond , Mr. Allan received him with kindness ...
... called upon to save him from arrest , on account of an indiscretion ; through the kind offices of this gentleman the young adventurer was sent home to America , and , on his arrival in Richmond , Mr. Allan received him with kindness ...
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... called the " Stylus ; " it was the chimera which he nursed , the castle in the air which he longed for , the rainbow of his cloudy hopes . But he did not succeed in establishing it then , and was soon installed as editor of " Graham's ...
... called the " Stylus ; " it was the chimera which he nursed , the castle in the air which he longed for , the rainbow of his cloudy hopes . But he did not succeed in establishing it then , and was soon installed as editor of " Graham's ...
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... called Tales of the Grotesque and the Arabesque , " and gained another prize by his story of the Gold Bug . He was beginning to be known as a fierce and terrible critic , rather than as a poet or a writer of tales , when the publication ...
... called Tales of the Grotesque and the Arabesque , " and gained another prize by his story of the Gold Bug . He was beginning to be known as a fierce and terrible critic , rather than as a poet or a writer of tales , when the publication ...
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Page 1 - 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.
Page 4 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a...
Page 7 - 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 4 - 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.
Page 2 - Ah ! distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore.
Page 39 - 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.
Page 39 - 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.
Page 58 - By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule — From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE — out of TIME.
Page 6 - 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! 100 Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 31 - With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar!