The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, Band 3Redfield, 1857 |
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... play ever written by an American . Its Mr. Willis has made very few attempts at criticism , and those few ( chiefly newspaper articles ) have not impressed me with a high idea of his analytic abilities , although with a very high idea ...
... play ever written by an American . Its Mr. Willis has made very few attempts at criticism , and those few ( chiefly newspaper articles ) have not impressed me with a high idea of his analytic abilities , although with a very high idea ...
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... play is not without merit . It may be commended espe- cially for its simplicity of plot . What the Spanish playwrights mean by dramas of intrigue , are the worst acting dramas in the world ; the intellect of an audience can never safely ...
... play is not without merit . It may be commended espe- cially for its simplicity of plot . What the Spanish playwrights mean by dramas of intrigue , are the worst acting dramas in the world ; the intellect of an audience can never safely ...
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... play be true , heeds not what he loses by the falsehood of others . A man who lives from the past , yet knows that its honey can but moderately avail him ; whose comprehensive eye scans the present , neither infatuated by its golden ...
... play be true , heeds not what he loses by the falsehood of others . A man who lives from the past , yet knows that its honey can but moderately avail him ; whose comprehensive eye scans the present , neither infatuated by its golden ...
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... play of its crest . In the little waterfall beyond , Nature seems , as she often does , to have made a study for some larger design . She delights in this a sketch within a sketch — a dream within a dream . Wherever we sec it , the ...
... play of its crest . In the little waterfall beyond , Nature seems , as she often does , to have made a study for some larger design . She delights in this a sketch within a sketch — a dream within a dream . Wherever we sec it , the ...
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... play has , itself , little truly dramatic , with much picturesque and more poeti- cal value ; its author , nevertheless , is better entitled to respect as a dramatist than as a critic of dramas . " Velasco , " compared with American ...
... play has , itself , little truly dramatic , with much picturesque and more poeti- cal value ; its author , nevertheless , is better entitled to respect as a dramatist than as a critic of dramas . " Velasco , " compared with American ...
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Seite 294 - 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!
Seite 559 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Seite 310 - 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.
Seite 311 - 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.
Seite 274 - 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.
Seite 54 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Seite 168 - 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.
Seite 168 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost.
Seite 233 - He acts upon the principle that if a thing is worth doing at all it is worth doing well: — and the thing that he "does" especially well is the public.
Seite 304 - FULL knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing : Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year, you must not die ; You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year, you shall not die.