The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, 1. kötetRedfield, 1853 |
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xiv. oldal
... eyes looked repose or shot fiery tumult into theirs who listened , while his own face glowed , or was changeless in pallor , as his imagination quickened his blood or drew it back frozen to his heart . His imagery was from the worlds ...
... eyes looked repose or shot fiery tumult into theirs who listened , while his own face glowed , or was changeless in pallor , as his imagination quickened his blood or drew it back frozen to his heart . His imagery was from the worlds ...
xv. oldal
... eyes upturned in passionate prayer , ( never for himself , for he felt , or professed to feel , that he was already damned , but ) for their , happi- ness who at the moment were objects of his idolatry ; -or , with his glances ...
... eyes upturned in passionate prayer , ( never for himself , for he felt , or professed to feel , that he was already damned , but ) for their , happi- ness who at the moment were objects of his idolatry ; -or , with his glances ...
xxviii. oldal
... eyes of the young man were luminous with intelli- gence and feeling , and his voice and conversation and manners all won upon the lawyer's regard . Poe told his history , and his ambition , and it was de- termined that he should not ...
... eyes of the young man were luminous with intelli- gence and feeling , and his voice and conversation and manners all won upon the lawyer's regard . Poe told his history , and his ambition , and it was de- termined that he should not ...
xxxvii. oldal
... eyes , it could scarcely be supposed that we would put ourselves to the trouble of composing for the Bostonians ... eyes . That is to say they may get open their eyes to certain facts which have long been obvious to all the world except ...
... eyes , it could scarcely be supposed that we would put ourselves to the trouble of composing for the Bostonians ... eyes . That is to say they may get open their eyes to certain facts which have long been obvious to all the world except ...
xlv. oldal
... eyes- Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes . I saw but them - they were the world to me . I saw but them - saw only them for hours- Saw only them until the moon went down . What wild heart - histories seemed to lie enwritten Upon ...
... eyes- Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes . I saw but them - they were the world to me . I saw but them - saw only them for hours- Saw only them until the moon went down . What wild heart - histories seemed to lie enwritten Upon ...
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ix. oldal - 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.
300. oldal - 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.
291. oldal - 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.
309. oldal - 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.
460. oldal - 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.
301. oldal - ... 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 —...
378. oldal - 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...
381. oldal - 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.
382. oldal - 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.
292. oldal - 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...