Three Centuries of Southern Poetry (1607-1907)Publishing house of the M.E. Church South, Smith & Lamar, agents, 1908 - Broj stranica: 267 |
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angels Annabel Lee banner battle bears a single beautiful became bells bird bonnie Blue Flag born at Charleston brave breast breath breeze bright cloud Copse Hill dark dead death doth dream earth eyes fair Flag that bears flashed flowers Furl Georgia grapevine swing Habersham hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills of Habersham hope JAMES RYDER RANDALL JOHN BANISTER TABB JOHN REUBEN land Lanier Lay dis body light Line literary lyric MARGARET PRESTON marsh marshes of Glynn Maryland melody never Nevermore night o'er Paul Hamilton Hayne poem poet poetry rhyme roll shade shore sigh silence sing single star skies sleep soft song sorrow soul sound South Carolina Southern spirit sweet sword tears thee thine thou thought Timrod trees valleys of Hall verse Virginia voice wave weary William Gilmore Simms winds woods words
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Stranica 72 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love I and my Annabel Lee With a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me.
Stranica 75 - 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...
Stranica 79 - Nevermore.' 'Prophet!' said I, '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.
Stranica 78 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Stranica 75 - 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.
Stranica 76 - 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?" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore...
Stranica 78 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Stranica 74 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the 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.
Stranica 77 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking
Stranica 77 - 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.