Elzevir Classics: Being Choice Selections Reprinted from the Elzevir Library ...J. B. Alden, 1887 |
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... Heart of the Bruce , 257 The Burial March of Dundee , 266 Edinburgh after Flodden , 271 The Widow of Glencoe , 282 BY EDGAR A. POE . The Raven , 287 Lenore , 294 The Bells , 296 Annabel Lee , - 300 For Annie , - 302 The City in the Sea ...
... Heart of the Bruce , 257 The Burial March of Dundee , 266 Edinburgh after Flodden , 271 The Widow of Glencoe , 282 BY EDGAR A. POE . The Raven , 287 Lenore , 294 The Bells , 296 Annabel Lee , - 300 For Annie , - 302 The City in the Sea ...
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... heart had learn'd to prize- More skill'd to raise the wretched than to rise . His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings , but relieved their pain ; The long - remembered beggar was his guest , Whose beard ...
... heart had learn'd to prize- More skill'd to raise the wretched than to rise . His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings , but relieved their pain ; The long - remembered beggar was his guest , Whose beard ...
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... heart , his love , his griefs were given , But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven : As some tall cliff , that lifts its awful form , Swells from the vale , and midway leaves the storm , Though round its breast the rolling ...
... heart , his love , his griefs were given , But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven : As some tall cliff , that lifts its awful form , Swells from the vale , and midway leaves the storm , Though round its breast the rolling ...
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... heart : Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care ; No more the farmer's news , the barber's tale , No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail ; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear , Relax his ...
... heart : Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care ; No more the farmer's news , the barber's tale , No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail ; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear , Relax his ...
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... heart distrusting asks , if this be joy . Ye friends to truth , ye statesmen , who survey The rich man's joys increase , the poor's decay- " Tis yours to judge , how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land . Proud ...
... heart distrusting asks , if this be joy . Ye friends to truth , ye statesmen , who survey The rich man's joys increase , the poor's decay- " Tis yours to judge , how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land . Proud ...
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Amidst ancient Mariner ANNABEL LEE Annie answer'd arms auld auld lang syne bells beneath bird blessed bliss blood body kiss bosom bound breast breath charms child Claudian cloth coursers cried Cusha dark dead dear death dream e'en Enoch evermore eyes face fair father fear fire frae hand Handy-volume happy hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre Hermann horse hour John Anderson King knew land large 12mo lictors light Lisa living lonely look Lord loud maiden Mazeppa morn mother ne'er never night noble o'er once Philip poor pray pride Primer type Quoth the Raven rose round sail ship shore silent smile song sorrow soul spirit stood sweet Sweet AUBURN tears tell thee things thou thought thro town Twas voice weep wild wind youth
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Стр. 287 - Startled at the stillness, broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore, — Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore, Of 'Never — nevermore...
Стр. 32 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days: There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere...
Стр. 295 - They are neither man nor woman — They are neither brute nor human — They are Ghouls: — And their king it is who tolls ; — And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A psean from the bells!
Стр. 284 - ... morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber...
Стр. 31 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He Who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How His first followers and servants sped; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs...
Стр. 5 - For, e'en though vanquished, he could argue still, While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Стр. 49 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Стр. 213 - Beyond the shadow of the ship I watched the water-snakes; • They moved in tracks of shining white; And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire — Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Стр. 286 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Стр. 289 - 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...