The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3

By Edgar Allan Poe

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longitude 42 degrees 10’ W, we were again brought to a stand by an
immense expanse of firm ice. We saw, nevertheless, much open water to
the southward, and felt no doubt of being able to reach it eventually.
Standing to the eastward along the edge of the floe, we at length came
to a passage of about a mile in width, through which we warped our way
by sundown. The sea in which we now were was thickly covered with ice
islands, but had no field ice, and we pushed on boldly as before. The
cold did not seem to increase, although we had snow very frequently,
and now and then hail squalls of great violence. Immense flocks of
the albatross flew over the schooner this day, going from southeast to

January 7.--The sea still remained pretty well open, so that we had
no difficulty in holding on our course. To the westward we saw some
icebergs of incredible size, and in the afternoon passed very near one
whose summit could not have been less than four hundred fathoms from
the surface of the ocean. Its girth was probably, at the base,
three-quarters of a league, and several streams of water were running
from crevices in its sides. We remained in sight of this island two
days, and then only lost it in a fog.

January 10.--Early this morning we had the misfortune to lose a man
overboard. He was an American named Peter Vredenburgh, a native of New
York, and was one of the most valuable hands on board the schooner. In
going over the bows his foot slipped, and he fell between two cakes
of ice, never rising again. At noon of this day we were in latitude 78
degrees 30’, longitude 40 degrees 15’ W. The cold was now excessive, and
we had hail squalls continually from the northward and eastward. In
this direction also we saw several more immense icebergs, and the whole
horizon to the eastward appeared to be blocked up with field ice, rising
in tiers, one mass above the other. Some driftwood floated by during
the evening, and a great quantity of birds flew over, among which were
nellies, peterels, albatrosses, and a large bird of a brilliant blue
plumage. The variation here, per azimuth, was less than it had been
previously to our passing the Antarctic circle.

January 12.--Our passage to the south again looked doubtful, as nothing
was to be seen in the direction of the pole but one apparently limitless
floe, backed by absolute mountains of ragged ice, one precipice of which
arose frowningly

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

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So many fables have been published about Poe, and even many fictitious documents quoted, that it behoves the unprejudiced to be wary in accepting any new statements concerning him that are not thoroughly authenticated.
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For thou hast served me long and ever been Trustworthy and respectful.
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Believe me I would give, Freely would give the broad lands of my earldom To look upon the face hidden by yon lattice-- "To gaze upon that veiled face, and hear Once more that silent tongue.
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I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold--too cold for me-- There passed, as a shroud, A fleecy cloud, And I turned away to thee, Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light.
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Like Harmodius, the gallant and good, When he made at the tutelar shrine A libation of Tyranny's blood.
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Thy dreamy, passionate eyes, Blue as the languid skies Hung with the sunset's fringe of gold; Now strangely clear thine image grows, And olden memories Are startled from their long repose Like shadows on the silent snows When suddenly the night-wind blows Where quiet moonlight lies.
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Never was a grosser wrong done the fame of a true poet.
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The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from life's history, Glad to.
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