Southern Literary ReadingsLeonidas Warren Payne |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
A. P. Hill ain't Annabel Lee battle beautiful became beetle bells bird born brave Carolina chamber door Charleston dark daughter dead death death's-head Edgar Allan Poe excitement eyes face father feet fell fire forest friends Georgia girl hand Hayne hear heard heart Henry Timrod hills Jackson James Ryder Randall Joel Chandler Harris John Esten Cooke Jupiter lady Lamar Lanier Legrand limb literary living Lizette look lyric Mahsr Maryland massa mocking-bird mother negro never Nevermore night o'er once parchment Paul Hamilton Hayne poem poet poetical poetry Prince published Raven replied scarabæus seemed skull soldiers song soul South Southern Southern Literature stanza Star-spangled Banner stood story Surry of Eagle's-Nest sweet tell thee thou thought Timrod tone tree Virginia voice volume wild woman word wrote young
Popular passages
Page 4 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there: Oh ! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ? On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Page 104 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Page 94 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Page 85 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend! " I shrieked, upstarting' "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 82 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore ; 'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, ' art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore ; Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore. ' Quoth the raven,
Page 81 - Lenore!" Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore — Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; Tis the wind and nothing more.
Page 81 - I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you " — here I opened wide the door ; Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before ; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, " Lenore ! " This I whispered, and...
Page 101 - Hear the loud alarum bells, — Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 105 - Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Page 84 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!