The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe, Volym 12T.Y. Crowell, 1902 |
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... Miss Barrett ) , of Alfred Tennyson , of Thomas Hood , is set forth with unmistakable earnestness and eloquence , and his dislike of Leigh Hunt and Professor Wilson is likewise recorded . His last word on Hawthorne glows with hearty ...
... Miss Barrett ) , of Alfred Tennyson , of Thomas Hood , is set forth with unmistakable earnestness and eloquence , and his dislike of Leigh Hunt and Professor Wilson is likewise recorded . His last word on Hawthorne glows with hearty ...
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... it is the unhappy lot of the authoress to be subjected , time after time , to the downright degradation of mere puffery . On her own side of " " the Atlantic , Miss Barrett has indeed , The Drama of Exile, and Other Poems.
... it is the unhappy lot of the authoress to be subjected , time after time , to the downright degradation of mere puffery . On her own side of " " the Atlantic , Miss Barrett has indeed , The Drama of Exile, and Other Poems.
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... Miss Barrett can feel re- specting it is , that it is an eulogy as well written as it is an insult well intended . Now of all the friends of the fair author , we doubt whether one exists , with more profound with more enthusiastic ...
... Miss Barrett can feel re- specting it is , that it is an eulogy as well written as it is an insult well intended . Now of all the friends of the fair author , we doubt whether one exists , with more profound with more enthusiastic ...
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... Miss Barrett , speaking of the Drama of Exile , says : " I decided on publishing it , after considerable hesitation and doubt . Its subject rather fastened on me than was chosen ; and the form , ap- proaching the model of the Greek ...
... Miss Barrett , speaking of the Drama of Exile , says : " I decided on publishing it , after considerable hesitation and doubt . Its subject rather fastened on me than was chosen ; and the form , ap- proaching the model of the Greek ...
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... Miss Barrett if , throw- ing herself independently upon her own very extra- ordinary resources , and forgetting that a Greek had ever lived , she had involved her Eve in a series of adventures merely natural , or if not this , of ...
... Miss Barrett if , throw- ing herself independently upon her own very extra- ordinary resources , and forgetting that a Greek had ever lived , she had involved her Eve in a series of adventures merely natural , or if not this , of ...
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Sida 68 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Sida 101 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Sida 45 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Sida 51 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Sida 45 - ... the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Sida 103 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Sida 76 - 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!
Sida 68 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Sida 157 - 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.
Sida 221 - ... been a beauteous dream, If it had been no more ! Alas, alas, fair Ines, She went away with song ; With Music waiting on her steps, And shoutings of the throng. But some were sad and felt no mirth, But only Music's wrong, In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell, To her you've loved so long. Farewell, farewell, fair Ines, That vessel never bore So fair a lady on its deck, Nor danced so light before, — Alas for pleasure on the sea, And sorrow on the shore ! The smile that blest one lover's heart...