The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe, Volym 12T.Y. Crowell, 1902 |
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... mean to assert that , by excessive " tension " of the intellect , a reader accustomed to the cant of the transcendentalists ( or of those who de- grade an ennobling philosophy by styling themselves such ) may not succeed in ferretting ...
... mean to assert that , by excessive " tension " of the intellect , a reader accustomed to the cant of the transcendentalists ( or of those who de- grade an ennobling philosophy by styling themselves such ) may not succeed in ferretting ...
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... mean to assert , thirdly , that no reader is to be condemned for not putting himself to the trouble of digging even the one inch ; for no writer has the right to impose any such necessity upon him . What is worth thinking is distinctly ...
... mean to assert , thirdly , that no reader is to be condemned for not putting himself to the trouble of digging even the one inch ; for no writer has the right to impose any such necessity upon him . What is worth thinking is distinctly ...
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... mean merely that Sophocles 1 laughed or cried like a school - boy - like a child right ( or just ) in his classes one who had not yet left school . The phrase is affected , we grant , but quite intelligible . A still more remarkable ...
... mean merely that Sophocles 1 laughed or cried like a school - boy - like a child right ( or just ) in his classes one who had not yet left school . The phrase is affected , we grant , but quite intelligible . A still more remarkable ...
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... means impossible that the critic is ignorant , ) we cannot refrain from expressing our conviction - and we here express it in the teeth of the whole horde of the Ambrosianians - that from the entire range of poetical literature there ...
... means impossible that the critic is ignorant , ) we cannot refrain from expressing our conviction - and we here express it in the teeth of the whole horde of the Ambrosianians - that from the entire range of poetical literature there ...
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... mean time it is rendered necessary that once again we give publicity to the collation of poems in question . Mr. Hood's lines run thus : We watched her breathing through the night , Her breathing 44 LATER CRITICISM .
... mean time it is rendered necessary that once again we give publicity to the collation of poems in question . Mr. Hood's lines run thus : We watched her breathing through the night , Her breathing 44 LATER CRITICISM .
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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...