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

By Edgar Allan Poe

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thee now, Politian!
Thou must not--nay indeed, indeed, thou shalt not
Give way unto these humors. Be thyself!
Shake off the idle fancies that beset thee
And live, for now thou diest!

_Politian_. Not so, Baldazzar!
_Surely_ I live.

_Bal_. Politian, it doth grieve me
To see thee thus!

_Pol_. Baldazzar, it doth grieve me
To give thee cause for grief, my honored friend.
Command me, sir! what wouldst thou have me do?
At thy behest I will shake off that nature
Which from my forefathers I did inherit,
Which with my mother's milk I did imbibe,
And be no more Politian, but some other.
Command me, sir!

_Bal_. To the field then--to the field--
To the senate or the field.


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It is impossible to treat such a subject in quite the ordinary matter-of-course way.
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His life, touched by the extremes of fortune, was on the whole more unhappy than that of any other of our prominent men of letters.
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But he remained in the little cottage, finding some comfort in caring for his flowers and pets, and taking long solitary rambles.
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Nothing further then he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered, Till I scarcely more than muttered,--"Other friends have flown before; On the morrow _he_ will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.
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80 All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone-- 85 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, 90 Rolls A pæan from the bells; And his merry bosom swells With the pæan of the bells, And he dances, and he yells: 95 Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the pæan of the bells, Of the bells: Keeping time, time, time, 100 In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells-- To the sobbing of the bells; Keeping time, time, time, 105 As he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells: To the tolling of the bells, 110 Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells-- To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
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Yet I should fail in any attempt to convey an idea of the exact character of the studies, or of the occupations, in which he involved me, or led me the way.
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Such opinions need no comment, and I will make none.
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His cue, which was to perfect an imitation of myself, lay both in words and in actions; and most admirably did he play his part.
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She lit up everything about us with the greatest distinctness--but, oh God, what a scene it was to light up! "I now made one or two attempts to speak to my brother--but, in some manner which I could not understand, the din had so increased that I could not make him hear a single word, although I screamed at the top of my voice in his ear.
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These, no doubt, were singular fancies to occupy a man's mind in such extremity--and I have often thought, since, that the revolutions of the boat around the pool might have rendered me a little light-headed.
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[1] [Footnote 1: See Archimedes, _De iis Ques in Humido Vehuntur_, lib ii.
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Legrand was in one of his fits--how else shall I term them?--of enthusiasm.
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northwesterly direction, through a tract of country excessively wild and desolate, where no trace of a human footstep was to be seen.
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" "All dat done, Massa Will; mighty easy ting for to put de bug fru de hole--look out for him dar below!" During this colloquy no portion of Jupiter's person could be seen; but the beetle, which he had suffered to descend, was now visible at the end of the string, and glistened like a globe of burnished gold in the last rays of the setting sun, some of which still faintly illumined the eminence upon which we stood.
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But be assured that the specimen before us appertains to the very simplest species of cryptograph.
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no more able to answer than yourself.
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it to be that of which I was in search.