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H. R. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap02"></a>EDGAR ALLAN POE</h2> +<h2><a id="chap02"></a>EDGAR ALLAN POE</h2> <p class="center"> By James Russell Lowell @@ -542,22 +540,22 @@ By James Russell Lowell TO HELEN </p> <p class="poem"> -Helen, thy beauty is to me<br /> - Like those Nicean barks of yore,<br /> -That gently, o’er a perfumed sea,<br /> - The weary, way-worn wanderer bore<br /> -To his own native shore.<br /> -<br /> -On desperate seas long wont to roam,<br /> - Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,<br /> -Thy Naiad airs have brought me home<br /> - To the glory that was Greece<br /> -And the grandeur that was Rome.<br /> -<br /> -Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche<br /> - How statue-like I see thee stand!<br /> -The agate lamp within thy hand,<br /> - Ah! Psyche, from the regions which<br /> +Helen, thy beauty is to me<br > + Like those Nicean barks of yore,<br > +That gently, o’er a perfumed sea,<br > + The weary, way-worn wanderer bore<br > +To his own native shore.<br > +<br > +On desperate seas long wont to roam,<br > + Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,<br > +Thy Naiad airs have brought me home<br > + To the glory that was Greece<br > +And the grandeur that was Rome.<br > +<br > +Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche<br > + How statue-like I see thee stand!<br > +The agate lamp within thy hand,<br > + Ah! Psyche, from the regions which<br > Are Holy Land! </p> <p> @@ -573,17 +571,17 @@ Are Holy Land! nature, our boy-poet gives us the following exquisite picture: </p> <p class="poem"> - Ligeia! Ligeia!<br /> -My beautiful one,<br /> - Whose harshest idea<br /> -Will to melody run,<br /> - Say, is it thy will,<br /> -On the breezes to toss,<br /> - Or, capriciously still,<br /> -Like the lone albatross,<br /> - Incumbent on night,<br /> -As she on the air,<br /> - To keep watch with delight<br /> + Ligeia! Ligeia!<br > +My beautiful one,<br > + Whose harshest idea<br > +Will to melody run,<br > + Say, is it thy will,<br > +On the breezes to toss,<br > + Or, capriciously still,<br > +Like the lone albatross,<br > + Incumbent on night,<br > +As she on the air,<br > + To keep watch with delight<br > On the harmony there? </p> <p> @@ -671,7 +669,7 @@ On the harmony there? dissects, he watches </p> <p class="poem"> - “with an eye serene,<br /> + “with an eye serene,<br > The very pulse of the machine,” </p> <p class="noindent"> @@ -690,10 +688,10 @@ On the harmony there? competent. </p> <p class="poem"> - “For much imaginary work was there;<br /> - Conceit deceitful, so compact, so kind,<br /> - That for Achilles’ image stood his spear<br /> - Grasped in an armed hand; himself behind<br /> + “For much imaginary work was there;<br > + Conceit deceitful, so compact, so kind,<br > + That for Achilles’ image stood his spear<br > + Grasped in an armed hand; himself behind<br > Was left unseen, save to the eye of mind.” </p> <p> @@ -746,7 +744,7 @@ On the harmony there? <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap03"></a>DEATH OF EDGAR A. POE</h2> +<h2><a id="chap03"></a>DEATH OF EDGAR A. POE</h2> <p class="center"> By N. P. Willis @@ -815,9 +813,9 @@ By N. P. Willis reflection and an echo of his own history. <i>He</i> was that bird’s </p> <p class="poem"> - “‘Unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster<br /> -Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—<br /> -Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore<br /> + “‘Unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster<br > +Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—<br > +Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore<br > Of ‘Never—never more.’ </p> <p> @@ -956,7 +954,7 @@ Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore<br /> lines if they please you. </p> <p class="right"> -“Truly yours ever,<br /> +“Truly yours ever,<br > “E<small>DGAR</small> A. P<small>OE</small>.” </p> <p> @@ -993,7 +991,7 @@ Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore<br /> gratefully,</i> </p> <p class="right"> -“Your friend always,<br /> +“Your friend always,<br > “E<small>DGAR</small> A. P<small>OE</small>.” </p> <p> @@ -1087,7 +1085,7 @@ Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore<br /> <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap04"></a>THE UNPARALLELED ADVENTURES OF ONE HANS PFAAL (*1)</h2> +<h2><a id="chap04"></a>THE UNPARALLELED ADVENTURES OF ONE HANS PFAAL (*1)</h2> <p> By late accounts from Rotterdam, that city seems to be in a high state of @@ -3087,10 +3085,10 @@ have since forgotten.” <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap05"></a>THE GOLD-BUG</h2> +<h2><a id="chap05"></a>THE GOLD-BUG</h2> <p class="poem"> -What ho! what ho! this fellow is dancing mad!<br /> +What ho! what ho! this fellow is dancing mad!<br > He hath been bitten by the Tarantula. </p> @@ -3428,7 +3426,7 @@ He hath been bitten by the Tarantula. assure you that it is of the <i>highest</i> importance. </p> <p class="right"> -“Ever yours,<br /> +“Ever yours,<br > “W<small>ILLIAM</small> L<small>EGRAND</small>”. </p> <p> @@ -4382,9 +4380,9 @@ He hath been bitten by the Tarantula. between the death’s-head and the goat: </p> <p class="poem"> - “53‡‡†305))6*;4826)4‡.)4‡);806*;48†8¶60))85;1‡(;:‡*8†83(88)5*†<br /> - ;46(;88*96*?;8)*‡(;485);5*†2:*‡(;4956*2(5*—4)8¶8*;4069285);)<br /> - 6†8)4‡‡;1(‡9;48081;8:8‡1;48†85;4)485†528806*81(‡9;48;(88;4(‡?3<br /> + “53‡‡†305))6*;4826)4‡.)4‡);806*;48†8¶60))85;1‡(;:‡*8†83(88)5*†<br > + ;46(;88*96*?;8)*‡(;485);5*†2:*‡(;4956*2(5*—4)8¶8*;4069285);)<br > + 6†8)4‡‡;1(‡9;48081;8:8‡1;48†85;4)485†528806*81(‡9;48;(88;4(‡?3<br > 4;48)4‡;161;:188;‡?;” </p> <p> @@ -4441,7 +4439,7 @@ He hath been bitten by the Tarantula. <p> Of the character 8 there are 33. </p> -<pre xml:space="preserve"> +<pre> ; “ 26. 4 “ 19. ‡ ) “ 16. @@ -4591,7 +4589,7 @@ He hath been bitten by the Tarantula. “It is now time that we arrange our key, as far as discovered, in a tabular form, to avoid confusion. It will stand thus: </p> -<pre xml:space="preserve"> +<pre> 5 represents a † “ d 8 “ e @@ -4803,7 +4801,7 @@ He hath been bitten by the Tarantula. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap06"></a>FOUR BEASTS IN ONE—THE HOMO-CAMELEOPARD</h2> +<h2><a id="chap06"></a>FOUR BEASTS IN ONE—THE HOMO-CAMELEOPARD</h2> <p class="poem"> Chacun a ses vertus. @@ -4872,8 +4870,8 @@ Chacun a ses vertus. your time in inspecting the premises—in </p> <p class="poem"> - —satisfying your eyes<br /> - With the memorials and the things of fame<br /> + —satisfying your eyes<br > + With the memorials and the things of fame<br > That most renown this city.— </p> <p> @@ -4996,30 +4994,30 @@ Chacun a ses vertus. hymn upon the valor of the king, and are singing it as they go: </p> <p class="poem"> - Mille, mille, mille,<br /> - Mille, mille, mille,<br /> - Decollavimus, unus homo!<br /> - Mille, mille, mille, mille, decollavimus!<br /> - Mille, mille, mille,<br /> - Vivat qui mille mille occidit!<br /> - Tantum vini habet nemo<br /> + Mille, mille, mille,<br > + Mille, mille, mille,<br > + Decollavimus, unus homo!<br > + Mille, mille, mille, mille, decollavimus!<br > + Mille, mille, mille,<br > + Vivat qui mille mille occidit!<br > + Tantum vini habet nemo<br > Quantum sanguinis effudit!(*1) </p> <p> Which may be thus paraphrased: </p> <p class="poem"> - A thousand, a thousand, a thousand,<br /> - A thousand, a thousand, a thousand,<br /> - We, with one warrior, have slain!<br /> - A thousand, a thousand, a thousand, a thousand.<br /> - Sing a thousand over again!<br /> - Soho!—let us sing<br /> - Long life to our king,<br /> - Who knocked over a thousand so fine!<br /> - Soho!—let us roar,<br /> - He has given us more<br /> - Red gallons of gore<br /> + A thousand, a thousand, a thousand,<br > + A thousand, a thousand, a thousand,<br > + We, with one warrior, have slain!<br > + A thousand, a thousand, a thousand, a thousand.<br > + Sing a thousand over again!<br > + Soho!—let us sing<br > + Long life to our king,<br > + Who knocked over a thousand so fine!<br > + Soho!—let us roar,<br > + He has given us more<br > + Red gallons of gore<br > Than all Syria can furnish of wine! </p> <p> @@ -5070,13 +5068,13 @@ Chacun a ses vertus. song of triumph which he is commencing: </p> <p class="poem"> - Who is king but Epiphanes?<br /> - Say—do you know?<br /> - Who is king but Epiphanes?<br /> - Bravo!—bravo!<br /> - There is none but Epiphanes,<br /> - No—there is none:<br /> - So tear down the temples,<br /> + Who is king but Epiphanes?<br > + Say—do you know?<br > + Who is king but Epiphanes?<br > + Bravo!—bravo!<br > + There is none but Epiphanes,<br > + No—there is none:<br > + So tear down the temples,<br > And put out the sun! </p> <p> @@ -5162,7 +5160,7 @@ Chacun a ses vertus. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap07"></a>THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE</h2> +<h2><a id="chap07"></a>THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE</h2> <p class="letter"> What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid @@ -6600,7 +6598,7 @@ Chacun a ses vertus. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap08"></a>THE MYSTERY OF MARIE ROGET.(*1)</h2> +<h2><a id="chap08"></a>THE MYSTERY OF MARIE ROGET.(*1)</h2> <h3> A SEQUEL TO “THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE.” @@ -6611,7 +6609,7 @@ Chacun a ses vertus. modificiren gewohulich die idealische Begebenheit, so dass sie unvollkommen erscheint, und ihre Folgen gleichfalls unvollkommen sind. So bei der Reformation; statt des Protestantismus kam das - Lutherthum hervor.<br /> + Lutherthum hervor.<br > There are ideal series of events which run parallel with the real ones. They rarely coincide. Men and circumstances generally modify the ideal train of events, so that it seems imperfect, and its @@ -7829,7 +7827,7 @@ Chacun a ses vertus. myself. It is necessary that there be no chance of interruption—there must be sufficient time given us to elude pursuit—I will give it to be understood that I shall visit and spend the day with my aunt at the Rue - des Drômes—I well tell St. Eustache not to call for me until + des Drômes—I will tell St. Eustache not to call for me until dark—in this way, my absence from home for the longest possible period, without causing suspicion or anxiety, will be accounted for, and I shall gain more time than in any other manner. If I bid St. Eustache call @@ -8538,7 +8536,7 @@ Chacun a ses vertus. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap09"></a>THE BALLOON-HOAX</h2> +<h2><a id="chap09"></a>THE BALLOON-HOAX</h2> <p class="letter"> [Astounding News by Express, <i>via</i> Norfolk!—The Atlantic crossed in @@ -8546,7 +8544,7 @@ Three Days! Signal Triumph of Mr. Monck Mason’s Flying Machine!—Arrival at Sullivan’s Island, near Charlestown, S.C., of Mr. Mason, Mr. Robert Holland, Mr. Henson, Mr. Harrison Ainsworth, and four others, in the Steering Balloon, “Victoria,” after a passage of -Seventy-five Hours from Land to Land! Full Particulars of the Voyage!<br /> +Seventy-five Hours from Land to Land! Full Particulars of the Voyage!<br > The subjoined <i>jeu d’esprit</i> with the preceding heading in magnificent capitals, well interspersed with notes of admiration, was originally published, as matter of fact, in the “New York Sun,” a @@ -9043,10 +9041,10 @@ accomplish the voyage recorded, it will be difficult to assign a reason why she <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap10"></a>MS. FOUND IN A BOTTLE</h2> +<h2><a id="chap10"></a>MS. FOUND IN A BOTTLE</h2> <p class="poem"> -Qui n’a plus qu’un moment a vivre<br /> +Qui n’a plus qu’un moment a vivre<br > N’a plus rien a dissimuler. </p> @@ -9269,7 +9267,7 @@ N’a plus rien a dissimuler. peevishness of second childhood, and the solemn dignity of a God. He at length went on deck, and I saw him no more. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> A feeling, for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul —a sensation which will admit of no analysis, to which the lessons @@ -9281,7 +9279,7 @@ N’a plus rien a dissimuler. origin in sources so utterly novel. A new sense—a new entity is added to my soul. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> It is long since I first trod the deck of this terrible ship, and the rays of my destiny are, I think, gathering to a focus. Incomprehensible men! @@ -9295,7 +9293,7 @@ N’a plus rien a dissimuler. not fall to make the endeavour. At the last moment I will enclose the MS. in a bottle, and cast it within the sea. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> An incident has occurred which has given me new room for meditation. Are such things the operation of ungoverned chance? I had ventured upon deck @@ -9318,7 +9316,7 @@ N’a plus rien a dissimuler. there is always mixed up with such indistinct shadows of recollection, an unaccountable memory of old foreign chronicles and ages long ago. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> I have been looking at the timbers of the ship. She is built of a material to which I am a stranger. There is a peculiar character about the wood @@ -9337,7 +9335,7 @@ N’a plus rien a dissimuler. there is a sea where the ship itself will grow in bulk like the living body of the seaman.” </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> About an hour ago, I made bold to thrust myself among a group of the crew. They paid me no manner of attention, and, although I stood in the very @@ -9350,7 +9348,7 @@ N’a plus rien a dissimuler. Around them, on every part of the deck, lay scattered mathematical instruments of the most quaint and obsolete construction. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> I mentioned some time ago the bending of a studding-sail. From that period the ship, being thrown dead off the wind, has continued her terrific @@ -9371,7 +9369,7 @@ N’a plus rien a dissimuler. the ship to be within the influence of some strong current, or impetuous under-tow. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> I have seen the captain face to face, and in his own cabin—but, as I expected, he paid me no attention. Although in his appearance there is, to @@ -9395,7 +9393,7 @@ N’a plus rien a dissimuler. and although the speaker was close at my elbow, his voice seemed to reach my ears from the distance of a mile. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> The ship and all in it are imbued with the spirit of Eld. The crew glide to and fro like the ghosts of buried centuries; their eyes have an eager @@ -9405,7 +9403,7 @@ N’a plus rien a dissimuler. the shadows of fallen columns at Balbec, and Tadmor, and Persepolis, until my very soul has become a ruin. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> When I look around me I feel ashamed of my former apprehensions. If I trembled at the blast which has hitherto attended us, shall I not stand @@ -9416,14 +9414,14 @@ N’a plus rien a dissimuler. indistinctly and at intervals, stupendous ramparts of ice, towering away into the desolate sky, and looking like the walls of the universe. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> As I imagined, the ship proves to be in a current—if that appellation can properly be given to a tide which, howling and shrieking by the white ice, thunders on to the southward with a velocity like the headlong dashing of a cataract. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> To conceive the horror of my sensations is, I presume, utterly impossible; yet a curiosity to penetrate the mysteries of these awful regions, @@ -9434,7 +9432,7 @@ N’a plus rien a dissimuler. pole itself. It must be confessed that a supposition apparently so wild has every probability in its favor. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> The crew pace the deck with unquiet and tremulous step; but there is upon their countenances an expression more of the eagerness of hope than of the @@ -9465,7 +9463,7 @@ N’a plus rien a dissimuler. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap11"></a>THE OVAL PORTRAIT</h2> +<h2><a id="chap11"></a>THE OVAL PORTRAIT</h2> <p> The château into which my valet had ventured to make forcible entrance, @@ -9585,6 +9583,6 @@ N’a plus rien a dissimuler. </div><!--end chapter--> -<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WORKS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE — VOLUME 1 ***</div> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 2147 ***</div> </body> </html> |