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one of the most19
with a view of15
for the purpose of14
the bottom of the13
at the same time13
in regard to the12
it will be remembered12
the whole of the11
with the exception of10
on account of the10
by means of a10
on the part of10
at my chamber door10
in the event of9
the head of the9
that is to say9
found it impossible to9
the temperature of the9
in a state of8
by means of the8
maiden whom the angels8
the surface of the8
the door of the8
the angels name lenore8
whom the angels name8
the summit of the8
above my chamber door8
for the first time7
the direction of the7
in the course of7
the light of the7
the face of the7
which we had been7
as soon as i7
a portion of the7
dream within a dream6
the extremity of the6
there could be no6
the deck of the6
in the contemplation of6
that i could not6
it would have been6
a gale of wind6
the floor of the6
at the head of6
it was not until6
thou art not gone6
as far as the6
in a gale of6
in the same manner6
the edge of the6
temperature of the air6
the house of usher6
a dream within a6
of the house of6
in one of the6
in the direction of6
for a long time6
above his chamber door6
as a separate poem5
bottom of the boat5
not appear to have5
did not fail to5
it will be seen5
at the same moment5
from the northward and5
with the view of5
i could not help5
at the time of5
pallas just above my5
quarter of a mile5
it was clear that5
the foot of the5
in such a manner5
ominous bird of yore5
radiant maiden whom the5
the nature of the5
were of the most5
a good deal of5
summit of the hill5
had no difficulty in5
does not appear to5
bust of pallas just5
it became absolutely necessary5
became absolutely necessary that5
just above my chamber5
with a cargo of5
and radiant maiden whom5
sat upon the rock5
as well as possible5
in spite of the5
upon the point of5
a quarter of a5
of pallas just above5
in about an hour5
the side of the5
in which we had5
the fall of the5
from time to time5
in the bottom of5
cape of good hope5
the remainder of the5
of being able to5
the biche de mer5
it was evident that5
it appeared to me5
by the side of5
the cape of good5
of which i speak5
kingdom by the sea5
if bird or devil5
as far as possible5
the end of a5
rare and radiant maiden5
at the bottom of4
it was in the4
that are no more4
so much so that4
the interior of the4
i have already spoken4
by the light of4
that we could not4
in this kingdom by4
this kingdom by the4
on board the grampus4
in the mean time4
and is thy heart4
the earl of leicester4
to one in paradise4
throughout the whole of4
as i said before4
city in the sea4
for a few minutes4
at the feet of4
to force a passage4
the man trembled in4
the heat of the4
entrance at my chamber4
in the first place4
with a view to4
of the air was4
a work of art4
is one of the4
with the greatest difficulty4
made up my mind4
the part of the4
days that are no4
i could not bring4
is thy heart so4
trembled in the solitude4
the greater part of4
the actions of the4
he was in the4
during the whole of4
first published in the4
during the whole day4
that there was no4
actions of the man4
and it became absolutely4
it was agreed that4
seized him by the4
the sound of the4
the southward and westward4
and this mystery explore4
there can be no4
strong as for to4
on to the southward4
the region of the4
by the door of4
the mouth of the4
had great difficulty in4
this and nothing more4
so strong as for4
from out my heart4
the fragments of the4
tapping at my chamber4
and i lay close4
to leave me thus4
he appears to have4
man trembled in the4
with all the energy4
and he sat upon4
that one of the4
appear to have been4
in the least degree4
the days that are4
which he had been4
and the man trembled4
the eyes of the4
the contemplation of the4
up my mind to4
observed the actions of4
will be remembered that4
at the thought of4
the author of the4
entreating entrance at my4
be prevailed upon to4
in the name of4
was one of the4
i lay close within4
the exception of the4
the city in the4
will be found to4
the island of the4
he sat upon the4
but the night waned4
one or two of4
at the top of4
and observed the actions4
my way through the4
i did not fail4
was to be seen4
in the beginning of4
we found ourselves in4
side of the vessel4
for to leave me4
of the black skin4
the middle of the4
of which i have4
in the case of4
one of the men4
the remains of the4
i have before spoken4
that he would be4
thy heart so strong4
the character of the4
as for to leave4
not far from the4
as well as in4
a portion of it4
seeing bird above his3
loved thee so long3
at getting up provision3
till his songs one3
my soul from out3
we were forced to3
not too much to3
and followed faster till3
as well as we3
from the cape verds3
such name as nevermore3
by a species of3
which it had been3
as if by magic3
have loved thee so3
i have known one3
at the distance of3
living human being ever3
that god we both3
crest be shorn and3
now in my bed3
in which i was3
so as to let3
when one of the3
among which may be3
the valley of unrest3
well as we could3
we will go back3
in a kind of3
which had been so3
about the middle of3
sitting on the pallid3
shall clasp a sainted3
to speak of the3
in a sort of3
appeared in the volume3
along the edge of3
head of the bay3
in the hope of3
the true poetical effect3
disaster followed fast and3
i have before stated3
songs one burden bore3
of the lady madeline3
may be as well3
it is not too3
the vicinity of the3
within my covert and3
bust above his chamber3
as quickly as possible3
atmosphere of the hold3
the first portion of3
heat of the water3
and we concluded that3
is not impossible that3
well as i could3
we resolved to make3
through which we had3
down into the cabin3
the beautiful annabel lee3
useless to think of3
spirits of the dead3
it shall clasp a3
dank tarn of auber3
a state of the3
floor shall be lifted3
with an expression of3
his songs one burden3
at all times the3
a small piece of3
at length succeeded in3
for a few moments3
followed faster till his3
by that god we3
that bends above us3
is by no means3
as near as i3
the seeming of a3
the depths of the3
on that placid bust3
in the vicinity of3
as my hopes have3
not more than a3
my heart of hearts3
the result of a3
in the possession of3
grim and ancient raven3
thy beak from out3
though its answer little3
take thy beak from3
it not been for3
beguiling my sad fancy3
was first published in3
blessed with seeing bird3
not be prevailed upon3
upon a closer scrutiny3
similar to the one3
ancient raven wandering from3
from the nightly shore3
there was no possibility3
ice was to be3
the good fortune to3
dirges of his hope3
a vast quantity of3
us one of the3
about for some time3
followed fast and followed3
his eyes have all3
is sitting on the3
lordly name is on3
beak from out my3
the event of our3
our place of concealment3
my covert and observed3
not fail to perceive3
have him at the3
could not bring myself3
were upon the point3
of lord or lady3
the philosophy of composition3
the commencement of the3
of the countenance it3
faster till his songs3
a flirt and flutter3
the cause of his3
end of a rope3
many a flirt and3
not bring myself to3
both augustus and myself3
that shadow that lies3
but to no purpose3
youth i have known3
that no living human3
on the floor shall3
fast and followed faster3
to make my way3
the rest of the3
it is not impossible3
unmerciful disaster followed fast3
shadow that lies floating3
from the effects of3
much to say that3
in the middle of3
of the object of3
from each other about3
a sort of runic3
at the rate of3
and take thy form3
hear discourse so plainly3
the words of the3
would be able to3
twentieth of the month3
one unto the other3
this soul with sorrow3
the cape verd islands3
did not think it3
lay close within my3
him at the wedding3
a rare and radiant3
remainder of the day3
in wealth and woe3
in the face of3
so that i could3
thy form from off3
beast upon the sculptured3
lies floating on the3
the force of the3
the whole of our3
the limits of the3
with many a flirt3
not being able to3
the morning of the3
till the dirges of3
bird or beast upon3
and ancient raven wandering3
have all the seeming3
or two of the3
him streaming throws his3
the whole extent of3
not the least obeisance3
a magazine of his3
i should never have3
about an hour after3
i know not how3
for we cannot help3
covert and observed the3
on board the schooner3
the roaring of the3
bird beguiling my sad3
to in a gale3
a poem may be3
stopped or stayed he3
stern decorum of the3
all the seeming of3
and that of the3
heart so strong as3
to the southward and3
that he was in3
floating on the floor3
tell this soul with3
in the centre of3
the dirges of his3
wealth and woe among3
the main body of3
clasp a sainted maiden3
cannot help agreeing that3
what a world of3
who have never been3
sort of runic rhyme3
there were a great3
not until some time3
the least obeisance made3
may be said to3
we cannot help agreeing3
in a few seconds3
the back of a3
eyes have all the3
the vessel from the3
wandering from the nightly3
decorum of the countenance3
the editor of the3
the effect of the3
melancholy burden bore of3
was not until some3
the schooner to the3
will not fight thee3
to the south seas3
to hear discourse so3
by the grave and3
the near vicinity of3
a hundred and fifty3
of the water was3
as well as the3
had it not been3
i have my doubts3
of the condition of3
no living human being3
soul with sorrow laden3
all at once with3
as i have before3
of pride and power3
be shorn and shaven3
that it was the3
about a quarter of3
marvelled this ungainly fowl3
necessary that we should3
distant from each other3
perched above my chamber3
from out that shadow3
a few of the3
the violence of the3
take thy form from3
from off my door3
of which there were3
there came on a3
under the title of3
among the fastnesses of3
province of the poem3
grave and stern decorum3
i marvelled this ungainly3
help agreeing that no3
that which had no3
on the pallid bust3
this ungainly fowl to3
which may be mentioned3
being ever yet was3
time of which i3
ungainly fowl to hear3
would be apt to3
we had the good3
of the nature of3
name is on the3
flashed through my mind3
too much to say3
with such name as3
vessel from the cape3
to be in a3
and my soul from3
out that shadow that3
soul from out that3
me what thy lordly3
in youth i have3
magazine of his own3
was not at all3
i know not what3
not been for the3
it will not be3
to be met with3
sainted maiden whom the3
and ominous bird of3
the application of the3
to our great joy3
brought about by the3
to get up something3
the rare and radiant3
in the habit of3
lonely on that placid3
ever yet was blessed3
the recesses of the3
i betook myself to3
as well as i3
the floor shall be3
still is sitting on3
least obeisance made he3
be said to have3
about half an hour3
trailed in the dust3
the manner in which3
not more than four3
the time of which3
fowl to hear discourse3
what thy lordly name3
light of the moon3
the northward and westward3
thy lordly name is3
such a manner that3
the roof of the3
at a little distance3
our way to the3
is not too much3
surface of the water3
the sculptured bust above3
his way to the3
to the floor of3
to make his way3
ebony bird beguiling my3
the end of the3
and it is not3
proposed that we should3
heaven that bends above3
into the hands of3
of a species of3
much i marvelled this3
to make our way3
to have been written3
on the score of3
ghastly grim and ancient3
so as not to3
for my own part3
though thy crest be3
proved to be a3
of the beautiful annabel3
tell me what thy3
thanks to god for3
to be found in3
art sure no craven3
sitting lonely on that3
him by the throat3
was blessed with seeing3
open the door of3
agreeing that no living3
my sad fancy into3
that lies floating on3
at the end of3
the hole in the3
it was useless to3
a mile per hour3
in a low voice3
had the good fortune3
in which i had3
with mien of lord3
would have been a3
sat by my side3
it was with the3
it was impossible to3
and seemed to be3
by that heaven that3
the satisfaction of the3
that heaven that bends3
one of the savages3
sad fancy into smiling3
the grave and stern3
of presence of mind3
lying to in a3
which i have before3
or beast upon the3
within the distant aidenn3
in despite of the3
the music of the3
for that which had3
absolutely necessary to the3
pallid bust of pallas3
the feet of the3
the bosom of the3
the countenance it wore3
can be no doubt3
close within my covert3
the night of the3
in the minds of3
i will not fight3
lying at full length3
roll of the brig3
to the end of3
mien of lord or3
the pallid bust of3
with the aid of3
a feeling of sadness3
he would be able3
god we both adore3
thy crest be shorn3
the fastnesses of the3
could be no doubt3
i now found myself3
haunted woodland of weir3
a sainted maiden whom3
its answer little meaning3
the ease with which3
it may be as3
and stern decorum of3
the western coast of3
yet was blessed with3
appeared to me that3
scarcely able to stand3
in a great measure3
bird above his chamber3
raven wandering from the3
be no doubt that3
in about half an3
all times the most3
there seemed to be3
i was forced to3
and his eyes have3
what didst thou say3
in the presence of3
dim lake of auber3
the soul of the3
upon the sculptured bust3
deck of the cuddy3
whom unmerciful disaster followed3
in any manner to3
was no possibility of3
human being ever yet3
form from off my3
from which we had3
the power of words3
in proportion to the3
we were in latitude3
was by no means3
sculptured bust above his3
in the most singular3
which could not be3
crossed the antarctic circle3
clasp a rare and3
with seeing bird above3
on which he was3
the saintly days of2
it utters is its2
under the influence of2
found the variation to2
were not more than2
and told him that2
the house at night2
through two luminous windows2
found the current setting2
the mattress on which2
was now too late2
that the brig could2
up something from below2
some of the savages2
this portion of my2
by the author of2
my face and hands2
you are not of2
it shall not be2
thinking what this ominous2
the mate in the2
had sought to borrow2
on my part might2
the only word there2
this period i was2
i shall have frequent2
raven still beguiling all2
i had been in2
like those of the2
of monos and una2
of the third chasm2
that he was not2
the stars of the2
but there is no2
velvet violet lining with2
sorrow for the lost2
to come into the2
he accosted me with2
but we had not2
favored us with reminiscences2
that i could make2
suffered less than any2
connected in some manner2
the events of the2
to deny that the2
told him that he2
to take in sail2
like the voice of2
we now tried the2
to add to my2
in the manner of2
could serve us for2
by no means an2
licking my face and2
all nights in the2
he had on a2
his glory well befitting2
which i speak is2
be in the last2
wind and nothing more2
let us be gone2
full view of the2
my arrival at the2
heart beats in coupling2
the demeanour of the2
the twelfth of december2
starboard side of the2
began once more to2
i wheeled a cushioned2
in the act of2
the security of the2
appears to have been2
we were upon the2
on behalf of the2
have frequent occasion to2
like that of a2
i have been happy2
the olden time long2
of the most intense2
once upon a midnight2
so far we had2
among the minor poems2
one of the larboard2
and he proceeded to2
in the words of2
of the present editor2
us with the most2
to that beauty which2
as the facts in2
which lay at the2
good deal of water2
the aid of some2
me with fantastic terrors2
fastening them to the2
at war with the2
at a loss to2
convinced us that the2
quaint and curious volume2
by the name of2
in a paroxysm of2
the tremendous force of2
face of the precipice2
for so long a2
that much of the2
there came a tapping2
with a degree of2
murmur in the shell2
and it was clear2
because it is an2
direction of the steerage2
the countenance of the2
a deep wound in2
the whole of their2
of the huge seas2
upon which i have2
three quarters of a2
of a nature so2
as a token of2
floats from their throats2
the idea of a2
gentle sex the seeming2
was clear that the2
all the energy of2
than forty or fifty2
when i now think2
a group of islands2
to do with the2
i have not seen2
we came in sight2
a blow from a2
were of a nature2
velvet lining that the2
is a world of2
the necessity of a2
the day of my2
that i had not2
to the degree of2
the long polar winter2
one made up of2
doth grieve me to2
stately raven of the2
of the bay was2
of the main island2
see the people on2
black plume as a2
in reaching the bottom2
looked out upon the2
pretend to strict accuracy2
ramparts plumed and pallid2
recovered from the effects2
satisfy the cravings of2
share of the profits2
the waters of the2
is but a dim2
a floor of silver2
than any of us2
over many a quaint2
the most extravagant demonstrations2
i found that my2
which is the atmosphere2
with the greatest avidity2
for never morrow shall2
a breeze springing up2
a full view of2
to seek a shelter2
had been brought on2
there is an imp2
the bust of pallas2
hundred and ten savages2
and hither and thither2
the haunted palace the2
the burial rite be2
were lying on the2
by the mercy of2
dying ember wrought its2
any other species of2
if i mistake not2
it is and nothing2
its roof did float2
all traces of the2
in the way of2
in every other direction2
the extremity of my2
had brought with him2
tears of perfect moan2
strings are a lute2
the largest of these2
all the energy i2
determined to make my2
spread a pinion over2
were in momentary expectation2
renew our attempts at2
in less than half2
as if in the2
there can be nothing2
of a mile per2
the snows of the2
in honour of the2
fragments of the windlass2
of the building in2
towards the end of2
fantastic terrors never felt2
to the door of2
with a low growl2
who hear not for2
found to be the2
at a loss what2
than mother unto me2
by seraphim whose foot2
to be the one2
the blade of a2
have been lilies without2
to a discordant melody2
of body and mind2
had brought with me2
in there stepped a2
let us go down2
on the twentieth of2
all the agonies of2
leave my loneliness unbroken2
i could not refrain2
from dreams of thee2
it was quite dark2
the south seas and2
that we had been2
the first sense of2
a blow on the2
who appeared to be2
during which the brig2
was the shadow neither2
dew of the night2
spirit which hath striven2
the apparition of rogers2
the most singular manner2
one side of the2
had never before seen2
whose velvet violet lining2
to borrow from my2
all the inflections of2
myself to linking fancy2
is an obvious rule2
i stood there wondering2
which there were several2
of the vessel by2
the earliest version of2
contemplation of the beautiful2
whole extent of the2
for i knew that2
vainly i had sought2
and ruby glowing was2
the source of the2
this also was the2
must be remembered that2
was it not fate2
in possession of the2
that you fancy me2
fold in whitest sheets2
as that of the2
to cut away the2
of these roses that2
the life of a2
the whole of his2
which the brig had2
were peters and myself2
without the aid of2
a sail to the2
augustus and myself were2
the final destruction of2
resemblance to alphabetical characters2
his back to the2
in the eyes of2
from the roof of2
discovered it to be2
so he told me2
bottom of my heart2
early in the season2
for the most part2
the entire extent of2
the idea occurred to2
the utmost difficulty i2
we could no longer2
yore meant in croaking2
of the air of2
her gentle sex the2
and all with pearl2
is chiefly to be2
front of bird and2
of the arctic bear2
in the faint hope2
he replied that he2
its ghost upon the2
concluded that he had2
voices of surpassing beauty2
more than mother unto2
upon our making them2
island of the fay2
stand it no longer2
on board the penguin2
with the intention of2
the effect of contrast2
rule of art that2
left home for the2
that in which i2
of her gentle sex2
had not been heard2
mean to say that2
thy god hath lent2
but the fact is2
had been brought up2
why dost thou pause2
each purple curtain thrilled2
they sigh one unto2
to convey the idea2
on this desert land2
himself at full length2
were still in the2
that a portion of2
made a kind of2
of the southern horizon2
soul in that one2
not that my earthly2
in keeping with the2
i am very happy2
misty mid region of2
long i stood there2
is something at my2
add to these considerations2
but that he was2
incredible as it may2
by edgar allan poe2
the effect of his2
at the risk of2
gloom of my prison2
what was my astonishment2
with which i was2
the mercy of god2
not only as a2
the opinion of peters2
i found it impossible2
neither of man nor2
in state his glory2
to start a magazine2
for the lost lenore2
this home by horror2
said to have its2
sky the melancholy waters2
was in the olden2
region of the forecastle2
our sign of parting2
i mistake not greatly2
heed not that my2
politian was a melancholy2
could not help thinking2
the fever called living2
that have loved thee2
to still the beating2
journey to the trap2
as the leaves that2
a feather then he2
nothing more than a2
the world all love2
that the end of2
the close of the2
found that he was2
far as the eye2
the atmosphere and the2
perched upon a bust2
from my books surcease2
into the hold of2
where it should lie2
but there was no2
pearl on hermon hill2
i endeavoured in vain2
with sorrow laden if2
so long a period2
put off from the2
voyage to the south2
of the poetic principle2
through which came flowing2
the agonies of her2
the vinegar from the2
from the edge of2
have been a dream2
word he did outpour2
the mist resembles the2
less than any of2
say a few words2
far beneath the water2
which mankind are acquainted2
and chilly with the2
bust above my door2
have been able to2
tinkled on the tufted2
the gorge in which2
or whether tempest tossed2
feeling of sadness and2
ease reclining on the2
chains of pearl on2
its pure virgin limbs2
only thee and me2
of the most tremendous2
thee back into the2
a breathless and motionless2
and two or three2
the paradise lost is2
from the main gorge2
had proceeded so far2
that degree of excitement2
i could think of2
in that one word2
came to anchor in2
hope that melancholy burden2
may feel no wrong2
for that which was2
his lordship is unwell2
the upper part of2
threw open the door2
colloquy of monos and2
beauty is to me2
might be turned to2
symbol and a token2
separate dying ember wrought2
him understand that we2
upon the summit of2
to allow the passage2
the carcass of the2
in some manner with2
much so that it2
under an assumed name2
now seemed to be2
the end of his2
and if there was2
about a mile from2
found a current setting2
the full extent of2
lost no time in2
three hundred and fifty2
the guidance of the2
made up his mind2
had the slightest suspicion2
passed under our stern2
earnest desire to see2
is not akin to2
seven or eight days2
made several ineffectual efforts2
i have a crucifix2
perfumed from an unseen2
wit and wisdom of2
hole in the bulkhead2
late in the season2
in the midst of2
token of that lie2
as it may appear2
the dank tarn of2
the help of the2
my seared and blighted2
the beating of my2
friends have flown before2
to the extremity of2
gorge in which our2
a great quantity of2
is i was napping2
but i could think2
but smile no more2
and an echo murmured2
i scarcely more than2
it is hardly possible2
as a place of2
and its pure virgin2
fabric half so fair2
as if from the2
the breaking of the2
i had now to2
remains of the windlass2
my sad soul into2
encouraged each other to2
the possession of the2
every part of the2
as closely as possible2
and trod as if2
burial rite be read2
a passage through the2
a man to be2
to rejoice in the2
that drip all over2
the poet of the2
that move fantastically to2
so gently you came2
about one hundred lines2
spoke only that one2
i saw distinctly that2
one of the truest2
main body of the2
it may be that2
greatest difficulty i could2
neck of a bottle2
the oppression of the2
a cushioned seat in2
speaks of him as2
i wished the morrow2
possibility of making any2
the air grew denser2
a great portion of2
at the extremity of2
the hold of the2
extravagant demonstrations of joy2
frequent occasion to mention2
we were anxious to2
to the cabin companion2
by every means in2
dead may feel no2
to the height of2
into the depths of2
coupling those two words2
could not think it2
character of the word2
censer swung by seraphim2
as many of the2
it must be remembered2
no doubt whatever that2
her for her wealth2
to submit to the2
when a vessel is2
it proved to be2
but the silence was2
a view of obtaining2
that i scarce was2
one of us should2
other friends have flown2
but by this time2
to make use of2
made him no reply2
feather then he fluttered2
never seraph spread a2
so that we could2
some one of my2
we found it impossible2
fifty yards from the2
not impossible that the2
from stem to stern2
the range of the2
side of the paper2
from one of the2
up the search for2
we continued to the2
that he would let2
the paper in my2
our situation was still2
linking fancy unto fancy2
as speedily as possible2
him to the floor2
into the water as2
pure virgin limbs to2
god hath lent thee2
a turn to the2
we were in the2
was supposed to be2
home for the university2
than i have taken2
can scarcely be conceived2
degree of excitement which2
the one word nevermore2
in the united states2
filled us with the2
this day we were2
it is certain that2
ruler of the realm2
eyes now burned into2
with a sense of2
swell from the northward2
lay at the head2
glory that blushed and2
in connection with the2
to linking fancy unto2
of my being on2
the melancholy waters lie2
care was to get2
have already spoken of2
being left on board2
the poems written in2
nameless here for evermore2
the corridors of time2
this it is and2
the greenest of our2
when a partial cargo2
in three or four2
a quaint and curious2
is at all times2
this by means of2
is to me like2
us with reminiscences of2
long period of time2
and with the most2
to me that the2
the twentieth of the2
unto the other in2
which he could not2
the murmur in the2
the whole mass of2
that he would have2
the islands he had2
make an attempt to2
in our immediate vicinity2
pearl and ruby glowing2
visiter entreating entrance at2
in the greenest of2
and i could not2
the sighs of the2
valley of the shadow2
we had made a2
leave no black plume2
i heed not that2
looked forward to the2
did float and flow2
might have sworn it2
attempts at getting up2
and i rest so2
i arise from dreams2
so as to form2
time than i have2
of a large size2
syllable expressing to the2
which is the satisfaction2
the handkerchiefs from the2
on the first of2
is there balm in2
crowded upon me as2
to renew our attempts2
of vapour to the2
have found it impossible2
it was of a2
upon the face of2
in regard to an2
may be conceived when2
the morrow he will2
an idea of the2
have seen politian and2
some of the most2
dared to dream before2
that this species of2
of hunger and thirst2
the forecastle as a2
be a little wilderness2
some of the west2
in accordance with the2
that he must be2
the black skin warriors2
was in the act2
with a sensual delight2
all with pearl and2
minutes before he could2
can be nothing in2
the excitement of the2
appellation of the island2
most northwardly of the2
about half a pint2
this desert land enchanted2
the stillness broken by2
and here i may2
little volume of poems2
with a love that2
the course of the2
her for her pride2
along the ramparts plumed2
had given himself up2
of art that effects2
must have been a2
manner in which this2
the bust above my2
taken to tell it2
in a sitting position2
remember to have seen2
terrors never felt before2
resolved to make our2
was found to be2
was to be discovered2
a watch on deck2
cup to one made2
the partial use of2
ruby glowing was the2
a great variety of2
in an opposite direction2
in whitest sheets of2
as i have already2
nothing earthly save the2
to make room for2
were left in the2
manner that there was2
as far as we2
the mate came below2
in momentary expectation of2
that i should not2
est une belle chose2
but no syllable expressing2
southern declivity of the2
and wisdom of their2
sing so wildly well2
but it is not2
his hope that melancholy2
of thee and thine2
what had been done2
in the near vicinity2
in the employ of2
something at my window2
through the pale door2
uncertain rustling of each2
he hath sent thee2
artist will always contrive2
long swell from the2
an expression of the2
portion of my narrative2
as long as we2
which is at once2
floor of the cabin2
towards the close of2
the crown of a2
such a manner as2
whether he thought of2
more than half a2
only a portion of2
is hardly possible to2
there was a slight2
five or six of2
there balm in gilead2
thus on my bended2
soon found to be2
with any degree of2
not be amiss to2
and the temperature of2
the appellation of the2
were withering and sere2
of the vessel in2
haunted by ill angels2
the extent of a2
gentle air that dallied2
his father in the2
to one made up2
garden of my own2
as belonging to the2
depends upon lying close2
sorrow only as the2
two or three days2
was published in the2
the door of a2
at this period i2
close in with the2
startled at the stillness2
volume of forgotten lore2
supposed to be the2
a low moaning cry2
add to my troubles2
would have been the2
a little volume of2
may not be introduced2
in the first instance2
the silence was unbroken2
the slightest suspicion that2
the construction of the2
that we were still2
solitude est une belle2
trod as if on2
of the danger of2
than half an hour2
only as the mist2
upon the rock and2
satisfaction of the reason2
volumes of the magi2
wind throughout the heaven2
la solitude est une2
the one through which2
resignedly beneath the sky2
orb of the earth2
and highly nutritious food2
that it proceeded from2
the blue distance of2
were crisped and sere2
there is no wind2
here i opened wide2
and fro upon the2
with spasms after drinking2
fall of the house2
possession of his senses2
remote portion of the2
of him as of2
small portion of the2
limbs to fold in2
thought it possible that2
would have been lilies2
in front of bird2
wisdom of their king2
end of the rope2
i could not love2
seemed to be well2
to be in the2
found that tiger had2
already spoken of the2
it must have been2
more than a dozen2
at my window lattice2
the ruler of the2
darkness there and nothing2
was the whispered word2
to ascertain if they2
the greatest difficulty i2
the name of the2
the pallor of his2
no difficulty in holding2
my being on board2
and endeavoured to make2
me a piece of2
a small portion of2
on the other side2
betook myself to linking2
from an unseen censer2
faces of these roses2
were not to be2
sighs of the water2
bearing down upon us2
attempt to get up2
a pinion over fabric2
whitest sheets of lilies2
soon as i had2
coast of the main2
entire days and nights2
body of the savages2
we at length reached2
a token of that2
as soon as they2
the characters upon the2
to the resolution of2
i sat engaged in2
the minds of the2
of the savages to2
and for some moments2
human ingenuity could not2
gale of any violence2
was useless to think2
sweetest voice of all2
in the direction we2
a sense of the2
the main orlop deck2
enough to deny that2
forget this lost lenore2
lying on the deck2
from thy memories of2
to the eastward of2
to the fowl whose2
thy memories of lenore2
one word he did2
had the effect of2
mine eyes fell upon2
resembles sorrow only as2
with the oppression of2
the penguin before he2
is it to be2
small piece of the2
thy beauty is to2
which it might be2
or with however vivid2
curious volume of forgotten2
and a large bird2
of one hundred and2
the end of our2
in the south seas2
on the other hand2
not akin to pain2
portion of the brig2
my last journey to2
it is probable that2
of the british navy2
i have ever known2
about him for some2
attempts at reaching the2
at the mercy of2
in which we were2
those of any other2
than that of the2
parties of the natives2
did not prevent our2
sweet duty was but2
introduced by the following2
to have been the2
here i flung the2
round about his home2
occurred to me that2
impulse given the air2
from out the light2
so as to allow2
the brink of it2
be estimated by the2
and each separate dying2
bed of lilies and2
could not be so2
in a dark lantern2
in spite of all2
state his glory well2
off the neck of2
one of the chains2
in the southern horizon2
the least difficulty in2
of instruction should be2
the life upon her2
i had not sufficient2
start in the world2
far as we could2
in that sweet day2
in the death of2
to clamber over the2
cutting steps in the2
glowing was the fair2
this is indeed no2
the object of our2
with his face to2
and so gently you2
variety of oceanic birds2
as i had expected2
up from the cabin2
beats in coupling those2
the spirit of his2
to aid us in2
proved to be full2
some of which i2
whence all the inflections2
the mass of mankind2
on account of his2
less time than i2
the death upon her2
beauty which is the2
so near at hand2
endeavoured to make him2
of the most thoroughly2
morrow he will leave2
the title of the2
hath sent thee respite2
the evening drew on2
the effects of his2
faintly you came tapping2
expressed his determination of2
i shudder at the2
on the coast of2
of impulses upon the2
well as the whole2
serve us for food2
late hours and wine2
that no man can2
the intention of making2
that is not akin2
agonies of her death2
snows of the lolling2
get back to the2
we see or seem2
greater part of the2
became aware of a2
there and nothing more2
the processes by which2
the starboard side of2
absolutely necessary that we2
as soon as we2
it first appeared in2
getting up provision from2
surface of the ground2
representation of a human2
principally with a view2
such as i have2
the exertions of the2
in every direction around2
of three or four2
himself up for lost2
tried in vain to2
i am by no2
the air was forty2
fiery eyes now burned2
while ever to her2
of seven and a2
and the silken sad2
the fact is i2
proved to be the2
of poems by poe2
desire to see me2
that my earthly lot2
at the commencement of2
not think it possible2
the regions of the2
not have been less2
was at that time2
in speaking of the2
to that in which2
three or four feet2
from the wreck of2
lining that the lamp2
of lying in bed2
roof did float and2
were a great many2
and for a moment2
i had brought with2
the sea which tore2
is and nothing more2
in robes of sorrow2
sure i heard you2
soul within me burning2
hope of pride and2
was clear that we2
to the editor of2
master whom unmerciful disaster2
ice islands in sight2
through a psychal necessity2
but this was all2
when the wind is2
heart be still a2
the highest pitch of2
which i have already2
the object of my2
caught from some unhappy2
whose fiery eyes now2
rest in this bosom2
remembered that one of2
the party of too2
though happiness around thee2
the fair palace door2
and a great many2
voyage to the southward2
it possible that he2
the vessel in sight2
every appearance of a2
ever died so young2
whose distant footsteps echo2
after searching about for2
beating of my heart2
water by means of2
that he had no2
of the lolling lily2
presently my soul grew2
my head at ease2
than three entire days2
to the fragments of2
good fortune to bring2
had no opportunity of2
in a condition to2
of my arrival at2
nothing could be done2
hated her for her2
his shadow on the2
streaming throws his shadow2
gently you came rapping2
be so kind as2
the variation to be2
loved her for her2
poems of later life2
expressing to the fowl2
back into the tempest2
more steadily than before2
a matter of course2
we therefore dragged him2
the appearance of a2
greenest of our valleys2
that the peculiar elevation2
from some unhappy master2
the loss of the2
had it lived long2
i saw that he2
i found that it2
bird of yore meant2
the facility of the2
murmured back the word2
that pleasure which is2
till i scarcely more2
will be seen immediately2
that we see or2
the glare of the2
peters proposed that we2
the parallel of fifty2
surface of the earth2
is indeed no dream2
purple curtain thrilled me2
shadow fell from her2
so that it was2
borrow from my books2
your forgiveness i implore2
boldly to the southward2
like a bank of2
if i remember aright2
was some time before2
there was no need2
to strict accuracy in2
within the influence of2
the hope of being2
only stock and store2
of lloyd and vredenburgh2
we perceived that the2
time before i could2
allow the passage of2
a route obscure and2
three entire days and2
i do believe thee2
night of all nights2
from the apprehension of2
the tolling of the2
that they were not2
one of these we2
peters went upon deck2
sufficient presence of mind2
one of the largest2
mist resembles the rain2
agreed that i should2
after a long search2
with some degree of2
hesitating then no longer2
at last i could2
that such was the2
but the true artist2
the end of instruction2
having been weak enough2
the life of edgar2
the condition of the2
not more simple than2
fuel to the flame2
let my heart be2
the direction we were2
of night how they2
that the walls of2
of edgar allan poe2
they appeared to be2
we safely may trust2
to be the case2
to such a course2
of which had been2
the colloquy of monos2
lay in the bottom2
that effects should be2
and for some time2
hopes have flown before2
but the raven still2
should my early life2
of the savages in2
against one of the2
to fold in whitest2
he will leave me2
saw spirits moving musically2
us for a moment2
but i made him2
the tempest and the2
not prevent our perceiving2
into the tempest and2
by ill angels only2
the figure of a2
is at war with2
happiness around thee lay2
word there spoken was2
to be on board2
my books surcease of2
as if on the2
with the utmost difficulty2
about at the mercy2
the bodies of the2
among the satellites of2
whether he would not2
and i felt myself2
i do not remember2
the confusion which ensued2
hour after he had2
my friend baldazzar here2
if he did not2
his nose against my2
and mine eyes fell2
so faintly you came2
his head from his2
for the rare and2
without uttering a syllable2
as high as the2
head at ease reclining2
came in sight of2
save only thee and2
and for a time2
weeping like a child2
there flashed through my2
fragments of the phosphorus2
i have no time2
here i may as2
eight or ten inches2
lift her with care2
obvious rule of art2
bird and bust and2
up provision from the2
down upon my head2
idea occurred to me2
the dwellings of the2
the possibility of yet2
being of infinite understanding2
the satellites of jupiter2
i might have sworn2
we did not think2
that we were far2
the opening of the2
remembered that i had2
but there seemed to2
got the better of2
the atmosphere of the2
one of the crew2
which we were so2
after the period of2
to be a little2
before i could bring2
were not more simple2
and curious volume of2
for there could be2
that we should endeavour2
with a gentle touch2
back to the forecastle2
in coupling those two2
estimated by the fact2
have taken to tell2
i knew thou wouldst2
breathless and motionless torpor2
the sides of the2
who seemed to be2
beings that have been2
a manner that there2
may be estimated by2
until the fourth day2
getting out of the2
with pearl and ruby2
the dead may feel2
upon the velvet sinking2
author of the raven2
we might have easily2
no one as yet2
and forget this lost2
length succeeded in getting2
spoken was the whispered2
efforts at getting up2
resort to such a2
it was now too2
roof of the building2
holding on to the2
last journey to the2
having taken the precaution2
of sadness and longing2
some other portions of2
belonging to the same2
made sail to the2
the vast illimitable desert2
of a water that2
seven and a half2
board the grampus was2
whether tempest tossed thee2
patch of blue sky2
the brig had been2
i made him no2
chilly with the snows2
the fashion of the2
a mile from the2
at the stillness broken2
to the pole itself2
to get back to2
seat in front of2
knew that he was2
broken by reply so2
wordsworth and coleridge are2
may be mentioned the2
of the old time2
which i had been2
on its roof did2
the love of god2
whose sweet duty was2
in the bleak december2
the eastward of the2
and that he had2
no sooner had he2
silken sad uncertain rustling2
my way to the2
the true artist will2
to make him understand2
provided there be a2
my heart beats in2
a hideous throng rush2
which i now found2
an echo murmured back2
as if with a2
eagerly i wished the2
never morrow shall dawn2
the energy i could2
endure to think of2
when he reached the2
violet lining with the2
yet all the beauty2
wanderers in that happy2
rapping at my chamber2
the whole of this2
i have already explained2
be as well to2
which i could not2
nights in the year2
would be sure to2
the book of gems2
from the summit of2
they trailed in the2
was more than we2
placed my hand upon2
been able to ascertain2
him by means of2
throng rush out forever2
i heard it not2
to be well armed2
and there appeared to2
made its way slowly2
still beguiling all my2
and the rain fell2
this may not be2
his hand upon my2
was agreed that i2
and it was evident2
in a careless manner2
every direction around us2
in the autumn of2
on a black throne2
the leaves that were2
some time before i2
declivity of the hill2
in the light of2
seraph spread a pinion2
the depth of the2
that i was in2
all hands on board2
the beginning of the2
as yet having been2
the value of the2
that one word he2
from side to side2
when it appeared in2
the cabin and staterooms2
made as snug as2
of that lie thy2
that it was with2
next care was to2
on the morrow he2
was introduced by the2
which we had observed2
there stepped a stately2
with which mankind are2
and very nearly resembling2
that i should be2
and more i sat2
i may as well2
then the bird said2
as a matter of2
by elevating the soul2
made every exertion to2
at once the most2
the largest of the2
one as yet having2
that on this occasion2
sufficiently near to be2
the nature of this2
i dared not speak2
my hopes have flown2
the direct line of2
by bathing in the2
those who have never2
in a few minutes2
the sea was still2
we were obliged to2
searching about for some2
to a work of2
now appeared to be2
as snug as possible2
the sea was now2
of his hope that2
take her up tenderly2
anywhere forward of the2
open here i flung2
from the cape of2
to the highest pitch2
could not have been2
which we had a2
the shades of the2
from the cape verd2
in the month of2
within the limits of2
home by horror haunted2
which we found it2
to retrace our steps2
owing to the position2
the penguin and albatross2
were of the same2
the silken sad uncertain2
as the brig was2
in which he had2
sat for some time2
have been the most2
the lee of the2
each separate dying ember2
with a blow from2
nose against my hand2
that portion of the2
on which he had2
made no scruple of2
have before spoken of2
watch on deck when2
the boundary of the2
of the application of2
given himself up for2
on the eighteenth we2
there was also a2
all that was said2
of the light of2
beneath the sky the2
of the island of2
suddenly there came a2
start a magazine of2
ever remember to have2
deep into that darkness2
one through which we2
i could not laugh2
the northward and eastward2
islands of ice were2
the eye could reach2
and peters and myself2
the exception of a2
more i sat divining2
these angels he hath2
cushioned seat in front2
we concluded that the2
the mercy of every2
which my spirit hath2
sat engaged in guessing2
on the deck of2
extending from the roof2
but whose velvet violet2
no black plume as2
the sides of this2
that it was useless2
taken to guard against2
a stately raven of2
without the risk of2
if on the four2
no person on board2
out the brains of2
all that we see2
was upon the point2
but i could not2
had been obliged to2
the glory that blushed2
the vessel which lies2
of a hundred and2
one half of the2
the work of nature2
of all nights in2
that i must have2
of which we had2
up of loveliness alone2
a long conversation with2
most extravagant demonstrations of2
like the murmur in2
up as well as2
upon a bust of2
by good angels tenanted2
are not of the2
as much as possible2
to say that the2
which i had brought2
was in the habit2
than was absolutely necessary2
even for thy woes2
i learned that the2
with fantastic terrors never2
the leaves they were2
air of the hold2
way back to the2
was determined to get2
were on the look2
was quite evident that2
the first posthumous collection2
was seized with a2
the month of june2
it was quite evident2
course to be pursued2
the wreck of the2
fifteen or twenty minutes2
vapour to the southward2
into a species of2
we could not have2
i flung the shutter2
didst not die too2
the framework of the2
current setting to the2
sad uncertain rustling of2
an obvious rule of2
occasioned us the most2
that beauty which is2
many a quaint and2
deep wound in the2
was no longer a2
sad soul into smiling2
essence of the poem2
ourselves as well as2
a rope around his2
tempest tossed thee here2
move fantastically to a2
and made its way2
on the crown of2
was in the bleak2
my soul within me2
the west india islands2
and resembles sorrow only2
it was at this2
him into the sea2
an hour after he2
and it was agreed2
is the atmosphere and2
first sense of pain2
be made to spring2
of some one gently2
virgin limbs to fold2
for about an hour2
but a dream within2
as of some one2
as might be supposed2
and it is only2
dirk peters came below2
i should not have2
truly your forgiveness i2
near as i could2
brought with him a2
saved us from destruction2
things in the world2
as the eye could2
scarcely more than muttered2
that lie thy soul2
have been less than2
i had so long2
out of the way2
the minor poems of2
till they trailed in2
his feet in the2
up rose the maiden2
as if in mockery2
it was some time2
that of the water2
a bank of lilies2
in that happy valley2
of the black granite2
of all that is2
no wind throughout the2
gain upon the leak2
with the snows of2
account of the sharks2
that there is a2
shall have frequent occasion2
have been written by2
i had then ever2
poems written in youth2
and bust and door2
no time in getting2
the hull to windward2
by a route obscure2
fact is i was2
therefore the end of2
fowl whose fiery eyes2
by the commander of2
with my head at2
to the southward without2
utmost difficulty i could2
the human heart a2
an end of his2
bring ourselves to believe2
which proved to be2
was but to sing2
arise from dreams of2
end of instruction should2
a bust of pallas2
to the mouth of2
of yore meant in2
and so faintly you2
speak of love to2
the composition of the2
the bottom of my2
i had at first2
with reminiscences of him2
i could see him2
a long time i2
the influence of the2
every gentle air that2
in a short time2
sail to the eastward2
that list our love2
many and many a2
angels he hath sent2
this was on the2
memories of the past2
to the orb of2
pointed out to me2
i had been able2
with one or two2
from which the blood2
that there were no2
water in the jug2
the commander of the2
yet having been weak2
in search of the2
on this home by2
it must be understood2
who has the sweetest2
several ineffectual efforts to2
there that lie in2
had i been able2
on my bended knee2
and looked out upon2
scarce was sure i2
route obscure and lonely2
safely may trust to2
and that he was2
great difficulty in getting2
the waistband of his2
to be wondered at2
once a fair and2
the middle of june2
in the composition of2
excellent and highly nutritious2
conversation of eiros and2
pleasure which is at2
the character of a2
for which we were2
in the cabin and2
the slip of paper2
is no wind throughout2
shadow on the floor2
no syllable expressing to2
of eiros and charmion2
all love before thee2
the circuit of the2
at once to the2
a shifting of cargo2
on the th of2
on board the brig2
within fifty feet of2
beguiling all my sad2
the wind and nothing2
the province of the2
in common with all2
the clangor of the2
that i could do2
i felt that i2
outspread their lone waters2
to be my own2
the fowl whose fiery2
back from the edge2
is at once the2
i scarce was sure2
from east to west2
until the very last2
there appeared to be2
me with an expression2
asked him if he2
mid region of weir2
seemed to have been2
unseen censer swung by2
the centre of the2
of the work to2
ember wrought its ghost2
upon the head of2
still the beating of2
fly thither with me2
very close to the2
of each purple curtain2
in the olden time2
its only stock and2
lining with the lamp2
excitement of the heart2
the american schooner wasp2
her shadow fell from2
at an angle of2
a symbol and a2
what this ominous bird2
and there was no2
olden time long ago2
with the hope of2
of islands called the2
it appeared in the2
the ramparts plumed and2
was absolutely necessary to2
to be full of2
for the love of2
of the saintly days2
shadow neither of man2
the vessel by the2
group of islands called2
this ominous bird of2
to be the most2
this i sat engaged2
the tall primeval trees2
full extent of the2
was with the utmost2
a particle of ice2
state of the greatest2
altogether in the cabin2
surely that is something2
the appearance of the2
head of the mattress2
which we could not2
pinion over fabric half2
that he could not2
water through her seams2
wrought its ghost upon2
hope of being thus2
i determined to make2
i looked upon the2
but now there came2
throw him into the2
the evils of my2
that he had been2
have an opportunity of2
not deprive me of2
that we had not2
the old time entombed2
was sure i heard2
those readers who have2
after one or two2
was the fair palace2
make him understand that2
it was possible that2
arrival at the house2
the top of it2
ourselves to believe that2
an unseen censer swung2
the fate of the2
this cup to one2
it doth grieve me2
whom i had been2
opening of the box2
was a melancholy man2
during the last few2
a drop of water2
the sky the melancholy2
eighteen or twenty feet2
and it was with2
i now think of2
rustling of each purple2
it is an obvious2
to the depth of2
recesses of the morass2
sea which tore it2
your life depends upon2
and encouraged each other2
floundering about in the2
world all love before2
in a dry place2
first appeared in the2
the greatest difficulty in2
as to let the2
in one of these2
the shadow neither of2
true artist will always2
us in some measure2
the irregularities of the2
quit the bust above2
a quantity of dry2
in the hearing of2
the wit and wisdom2
blade of a knife2
a plentiful supply of2
went down into the2
for the effect of2
i had sought to2
art that effects should2
shall i ever forget2
if there were any2
of bird and bust2
hideous throng rush out2
yet i dared not2
a copious supply of2
in vain i attempted2
throughout the entire extent2
i discovered it to2
the last of the2
and every gentle air2
i do not believe2
the southern declivity of2
was that of the2
if in mockery of2
to and fro upon2
throws his shadow on2
the party of the2
on the tufted floor2
as i could guess2
a troop of echoes2
life depends upon lying2
fair mirror and true2
utters is its only2
as a series of2
there floats from their2
in a zigzag direction2
it was in vain2
effects should be made2
was not until the2
we should endeavour to2
of the west india2
life of edgar poe2
that melancholy burden bore2
is there no further2
only inasmuch as it2
seized with a violent2
on the twelfth of2
it to be in2
meant in croaking nevermore2
a long time we2
to the cape of2
some unhappy master whom2
is the satisfaction of2
the source of all2
sail to the southward2
we could perceive no2
in a similar manner2
picked up at sea2
after which they are2
the jane guy we2
about the period of2
be by the author2
it worth while to2
i saw but them2
as he came up2
now burned into my2
the most appalling of2
waters of the tarn2
there would have been2
to the progress of2