Derniers Contes

By Edgar Allan Poe

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qu'il etait tout
oreilles, et allait faire de son mieux pour ne plus ronfler,--la reine,
dis-je, voyant les choses s'arranger a sa grande satisfaction, reprit la
suite de l'histoire de Sinbad le marin:

"Sur mes vieux ans," (ce sont les paroles de Sinbad lui-meme, telles
qu'elles sont rapportees par Scheherazade) "apres plusieurs annees de
repos dans mon pays, je me sentis de nouveau possede du desir de visiter
des contrees etrangeres; et un jour, sans m'ouvrir de mon dessein a
personne de ma famille, je fis quelques ballots des marchandises les
plus precieuses et les moins embarrassantes, je louai un crocheteur pour
les porter, et j'allai avec lui sur le bord de la mer attendre l'arrivee
d'un vaisseau de hasard qui put me transporter dans quelque region que
je n'aurais pas encore exploree.

"Apres avoir depose les ballots sur le sable, nous nous assimes sous un
bouquet d'arbres et regardames au loin sur l'ocean, dans l'espoir de
decouvrir un vaisseau; mais nous passames plusieurs heures sans rien
apercevoir. A la fin, il me sembla entendre comme un bourdonnement ou
un grondement lointain, et le crocheteur, apres avoir longtemps prete
l'oreille, declara qu'il l'entendait aussi. Peu a peu le bruit devint de
plus en plus fort, et ne nous permit plus de douter que l'objet qui le
causait s'approchat de nous. Nous finimes par apercevoir sur le bord
de l'horizon un point noir, qui grandit rapidement; nous decouvrimes
bientot que c'etait un monstre gigantesque, nageant, la plus grande
partie de son corps flottant au-dessus de la surface de la mer. Il
venait de notre cote avec une inconcevable rapidite, soulevant autour de
sa poitrine d'enormes vagues d'ecume et illuminant toute la partie de la
mer qu'il traversait d'une longue trainee de feu.

"Quand il fut pres de nous, nous pumes le voir fort distinctement. Sa
longueur egalait celle des plus hauts arbres, et il etait aussi large
que la grande salle d'audience de votre palais, o le plus sublime et le
plus magnifique des califes! Son corps, tout a fait different de celui
des poissons ordinaires, etait aussi dur qu'un roc, et toute la partie
qui flottait au-dessus de l'eau etait d'un noir de jais, a l'exception
d'une etroite bande de couleur rouge-sang qui lui formait une ceinture.
Le ventre qui flottait sous l'eau, et que nous ne pouvions qu'entrevoir
de temps en temps, quand le monstre s'elevait ou descendait avec les
vagues, etait entierement couvert d'ecailles metalliques, d'une couleur
semblable a celle de la lune par un ciel brumeux. Le dos etait plat et
presque blanc, et donnait naissance a plus de six vertebres formant a
peu pres la

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Text Comparison with The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe Including Essays on Poetry

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His father, David Poe, was of Anglo-Irish extraction.
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Yet, with all his superiorities, he was not the master spirit nor even the favorite of the school.
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* * * * * POEMS OF LATER LIFE TO THE NOBLEST OF HER SEX-- TO THE AUTHOR OF "THE DRAMA OF EXILE"-- TO .
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Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all day long Shines, bright and strong, Astarte within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye-- While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.
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heard my hymn! In joy and wo--in good and ill-- Mother of God, be with me still! When the Hours flew brightly by, And not a cloud obscured the sky, My soul, lest it should truant be, Thy grace did guide to thine and thee Now, when storms of Fate o'ercast Darkly my Present and my Past, Let my future radiant shine With sweet hopes of thee and thine! 1885.
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_Lal_.
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Now's Death and Hell! Am I not--am I not sorely--grievously tempted To take thee at thy word? But mark me, sir: Think not to fly me thus.
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So, so, you see! Be not too positive.
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'Give me,' I demanded of a scholar some time ago, 'give me a definition of poetry.
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Rich clouds, for canopies, about her curled-- Fit emblems of the model of her world-- Seen but in beauty--not impeding sight-- Of other beauty glittering thro' the light-- A wreath that twined each starry form around, And all the opal'd air in color bound.
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IV.
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Slowly, silently I loitered, Homeward, in the night, alone; Sudden anguish bound my spirit, That my youth had never known; Wild unrest, like that which cometh When the Night's first dream hath flown.
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" _Servius_.
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But at this point our mathematicians paused.
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Among the minor poems of Bryant, none has so much impressed me as the one which he entitles.
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These will necessarily speak for themselves.
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youth and maidens gay, And snowy plumes they wore; It would have been a beauteous dream, If it had been no more! Alas, alas, fair Ines, She went away with song, With Music waiting on her steps, And shoutings of the throng; But some were sad and felt no mirth, But only Music's wrong, In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell, To her you've loved so long.
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He deeply feels it in her winning endearments, in her burning enthusiasms, in her gentle charities, in her meek and devotional endurance, but above all, ah, far above all, he kneels to it, he worships it in the faith, in the purity, in the.
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No general error evinces a more thorough confusion of ideas than the error of supposing Donne and Cowley metaphysical in the sense wherein Wordsworth and Coleridge are so.
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Then consider the garden of "my own," so overgrown, entangled with roses and lilies, as to be "a little wilderness"--the fawn loving to be there, and there "only"--the maiden seeking it "where it _should_ lie"--and not being able to distinguish it from the flowers until "itself would rise"--the lying among the lilies "like a bank of lilies"--the loving to "fill itself with roses," "And its pure virgin limbs to fold In whitest sheets of lilies cold," and these things being its "chief" delights--and then the pre-eminent beauty and naturalness of the concluding lines, whose very hyperbole only renders them more true to nature when we consider the innocence, the artlessness, the enthusiasm, the passionate girl, and more passionate admiration of the bereaved child: "Had it lived long, it would have been Lilies without, roses within.