The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, 1. kötetRedfield, 1853 |
Részletek a könyvből
1 - 5 találat összesen 69 találatból.
vii. oldal
... truth , did we judge from the amount of wa- ter which we usually find mixed with it . Remarkable experiences are usually confined to the inner life of imagina- tive men , but Mr. Poe's biography displays a vicissitude and peculiarity of ...
... truth , did we judge from the amount of wa- ter which we usually find mixed with it . Remarkable experiences are usually confined to the inner life of imagina- tive men , but Mr. Poe's biography displays a vicissitude and peculiarity of ...
xi. oldal
... truth , the natural results of the predominating quality of his mind , to which we have before alluded , analysis . It is this which distin- guishes the artist . His mind at once reaches forward to the effect to be produced . Having ...
... truth , the natural results of the predominating quality of his mind , to which we have before alluded , analysis . It is this which distin- guishes the artist . His mind at once reaches forward to the effect to be produced . Having ...
xiii. oldal
... truth , too generally overlooked , that analytic power is a subordinate quality of the critic . On the whole , it may be considered certain that Mr. Poe has attained an individual eminence in our literature , which he will keep . He has ...
... truth , too generally overlooked , that analytic power is a subordinate quality of the critic . On the whole , it may be considered certain that Mr. Poe has attained an individual eminence in our literature , which he will keep . He has ...
xvii. oldal
... truth and right , he doubtless said and did much that was wholly irreconcilable with his better nature ; but , when him- self , and as we knew him only , his modesty and unaffected humility , as to his own deservings , were a constant ...
... truth and right , he doubtless said and did much that was wholly irreconcilable with his better nature ; but , when him- self , and as we knew him only , his modesty and unaffected humility , as to his own deservings , were a constant ...
xix. oldal
... truth of the picture we have drawn above , and add force to the appeal we wish to make for her : 66 Ask Mr. I have this morning heard of the death of my darling Eddie ....... Can you give me any circumstances or particulars ....... Oh ...
... truth of the picture we have drawn above , and add force to the appeal we wish to make for her : 66 Ask Mr. I have this morning heard of the death of my darling Eddie ....... Can you give me any circumstances or particulars ....... Oh ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
altogether Amontillado appeared atmosphere attention Auguste Dupin balloon beauty Beauvais became beneath body breath Broadway Journal called censer chamber character corpse course dark death door doubt Drômes Dupin earth endeavored evidence excited eyes fact fancy feel feet fell felt genius hand Haunted Palace head heard heart horror hour idea imagination immediately Jupiter knew la Quotidienne Legrand length less letter Ligeia light looked Madame Maelström manner Marie Rogêt massa matter means ment Mesmeric Revelation Metzengerstein mind minutes moon morning murder N. P. WILLIS nature nearly never night object observed once Ourang-Outang passed perceive perhaps period person Poe's poem portion Prefect reason regard replied Rotterdam scarcely Scheherazade seemed seen singular soul Southern Literary Messenger spirit stood supposed surface terror thing thought tion trees truth Valdemar voice wall whole wild words
Népszerű szakaszok
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...