stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given--
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee forever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish--
Now are visions ne'er to vanish--
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more--like dew-drops from the grass.
The breeze--the breath of God--is still--
And the mist upon the hill
Is a symbol and a token--
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
* * * * *
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed--
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream--that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam,
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar--
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day star?
* * * * *
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been--a most familiar bird--
Taught me my alphabet to say--
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child--with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very
Poe, Hawthorne, and Irving are distinctly the pioneers in the production of the modern short story, and neither has been surpassed on his own ground; but Poe has been vastly the greater influence in foreign countries, especially in France.Page 20
5 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.Page 32
Bottomless vales and boundless floods, And chasms and caves and Titan woods, 10 With forms that no man can discover For the tears that drip all over; Mountains toppling evermore Into seas without a shore; Seas that restlessly aspire, 15 Surging, unto skies of fire; Lakes that endlessly outspread Their lone waters, lone and dead,-- Their still waters, still and chilly With the snows of the lolling lily.Page 35
hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore; 50 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.Page 52
20 Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride," The shade replied, "If you seek for Eldorado!" TALES THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER Son coeur est un luth suspendu; SitÃ´t qu'on le touche il rÃ©sonne.Page 64
had so long endured, and I even welcomed his presence as a relief.Page 72
Yet this superiority, even this equality, was in truth acknowledged by no one but myself; our associates, by some unaccountable blindness, seemed not even to suspect it.Page 76
The huge old house, with its countless subdivisions, had several large chambers communicating with each other, where slept the greater number of the students.Page 96
The Moskoe-strÃ¶m whirlpool was about a quarter of a mile dead ahead--but no more like the every-day Moskoe-strÃ¶m, than the whirl as you now see it is like a mill-race.Page 97
I positively felt a _wish_ to explore its depths, even at the sacrifice I was going to make; and my principal grief was that I should never be able to tell my old companions on shore about the mysteries I should see.Page 105
There were much glare and glitter and piquancy and phantasm--much of what has been since seen in _Hernani_.Page 109
gunning and fishing, or sauntering along the beach and through the myrtles in quest of shells or entomological specimens;--his collection of the latter might have been envied by a Swammerdamm.Page 115
" He said this with an air of profound seriousness, and I felt inexpressibly shocked.Page 119
" "Well now, Jupiter, do exactly as I tell you--do you hear?" "Yes, massa.Page 126
Still, the sneer at my graphic powers irritated me--for I am considered a good artist--and, therefore, when you handed me the scrap of parchment, I was about to crumple it up and throw it angrily into the fire.Page 133
But, there being no division, my first step was to ascertain the predominant letters, as well as the least frequent.Page 138
This fact confirmed my preconceived idea.Page 159
As usual with Poe, the thread of thought is slight and indefinite; apparently the beautiful island has become "accursed ground" because.Page 163
Dian: Diana, the moon goddess.