The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe. Эдгар Аллан По
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Название: The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe

Автор: Эдгар Аллан По

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СКАЧАТЬ imbued.

       Out—out are the lights—out all!

       And, over each quivering form,

       The curtain, a funeral pall,

       Comes down with the rush of a storm,

       And the angels, all pallid and wan,

       Uprising, unveiling, affirm

       That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"

       And its hero the Conqueror Worm.

      Silence

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      There are some qualities—some incorporate things,

       That have a double life, which thus is made

       A type of that twin entity which springs

       From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.

       There is a twofold Silence—sea and shore— Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places, Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces, Some human memories and tearful lore, Render him terrorless: his name's "No More." He is the corporate Silence: dread him not! No power hath he of evil in himself; But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!) Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf, That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod No foot of man), commend thyself to God!

      Dreamland

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      By a route obscure and lonely,

       Haunted by ill angels only,

       Where an Eidolon, named Night,

       On a black throne reigns upright,

       I have reached these lands but newly

       From an ultimate dim Thule—

       From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,

       Out of Space—out of Time.

       Bottomless vales and boundless floods,

       And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,

       With forms that no man can discover

       For the dews that drip all over;

       Mountains toppling evermore

       Into seas without a shore;

       Seas that restlessly aspire,

       Surging, unto skies of fire;

       Lakes that endlessly outspread

       Their lone waters—lone and dead,

       Their still waters—still and chilly

       With the snows of the lolling lily.

       By the lakes that thus outspread

       Their lone waters, lone and dead,—

       Their sad waters, sad and chilly

       With the snows of the lolling lily,—

       By the mountains—near the river

       Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,—

       By the gray woods,—by the swamp

       Where the toad and the newt encamp,—

       By the dismal tarns and pools

       Where dwell the Ghouls,—

       By each spot the most unholy—

       In each nook most melancholy,—

       There the traveller meets aghast

       Sheeted Memories of the past—

       Shrouded forms that start and sigh

       As they pass the wanderer by—

       White-robed forms of friends long given,

       In agony, to the Earth—and Heaven.

       For the heart whose woes are legion

       'Tis a peaceful, soothing region—

       For the spirit that walks in shadow

       'Tis—oh, 'tis an Eldorado!

       But the traveller, travelling through it,

       May not—dare not openly view it;

       Never its mysteries are exposed

       To the weak human eye unclosed;

       So wills its King, who hath forbid

       The uplifting of the fringed lid;

       And thus the sad Soul that here passes

       Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

       By a route obscure and lonely,

       Haunted by ill angels only.

       Where an Eidolon, named Night,

       On a black throne reigns upright,

       I have wandered home but newly

       From this ultimate dim Thule.

      To Zante

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      Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,

       Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take!

       How many memories of what radiant hours

       At sight of thee and thine at once awake!

       How many scenes of what departed bliss!

       How many thoughts of what entombed hopes!

       How many visions of a maiden that is

       No more—no more upon thy verdant slopes!

       No more! alas, that magical sad sound Transforming all! Thy charms shall please no more— Thy memory no more! Accursed ground Henceforward I hold thy flower-enamelled shore, O hyacinthine isle! O purple Zante! "Isola d'oro! Fior di Levante!"

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