The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: Together with His Essay on the Philosophy of CompositionEducational Publishing Company, 1906 - 127 oldal |
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afar Al Aaraaf amid ancient angels name Lenore ANNABEL LEE Auber Barnaby Rudge beauty bells beneath bird breath bright bust of Pallas catalectic Chaldea chamber door dark dead death deep dénouement dream Earth effect Eidolon Eldorado eyes fancy fell flowers flown glory goddess golden Greek hair happy happy flowers hath heart Heaven hope hour human Ianthe Israfel lake Ligeia light lone lover maiden melancholy melody moon murmur Naiad never Nevermore night o'er odors pæan Pallas Athena passion PHILOSOPHY OF COMPOSITION Poe's poem poet poetical pride query Quoth the Raven rays refrain rhyme Runic Seraph sere shadow skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stanza stars strange sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thro throne tone Ulalume unto Virginia Clemm voice wandering wave wild wind wing word Nevermore young Zante
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14. oldal - 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," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
13. oldal - I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?
13. oldal - 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...
130. oldal - Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
12. oldal - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
20. oldal - In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now— now to sit, or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon.
123. oldal - 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!
131. oldal - 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...
21. oldal - 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 and the clangor of the bells! IV Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
30. oldal - 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.