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Coles The Complete Poems of Edgar Allan Poe at Village Green Shopping Centre in Vernon, BC
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ... TO M.L.S Poe''i MS. To Mrs. M. L. S, February 14, 1847. Borne Journal, March 13,1847. Text, Bome Journal. Variations in MS. from text: -- 2. Thine: thy. 0. Lying: Laying them. 14. Resembles: approaches. Notes: The poem was introduced in the Bome Journal as follows: -- "The following seems said over a hand clasped in the speaker''s two. It is by Edgar A. Poe, and is evidently the pouring out of a very deep feeling of gratitude." The poem was sent to Mrs. Marie Louise Shew. The manuscript copy dated February 14,1847, is still in the possession of her daughter, Mrs. William Wiley, and was used in making comparisons of the text. TO Columbian Magazine, March, 1848. Text, Columbian llagazine. Notes: The tenth line of this poem is spoken by Lalage in "Politian," and some portions of "Israfel" are in lines fourteen and fifteen. Poe sent a MS. copy of this poem to Mrs. Shew. The first seven lines follow the text. TO KAKIE LOUISE Two gentle sounds made only to be murmured By angels dreaming in the moon-lit "dew That hangs like chains of pearl on Hermon hill" Have stirred from out the abysses of my heart . Unthought-like thoughts -- scarcely the shades of thought -- Bewildering fantasies -- far richer visions Than even the seraph harper, Israfel, Who "had the sweetest voice of all God''s creatures," Would hope to utter. Ah, Marie Louise! In deep humility I own that now All pride -- all thought of power -- all hopes of fame -- All wish for Heaven -- is merged forevermore Beneath the palpitating tide of passion Heaped o''er my soul by thee. Its spells are broken -- The pen falls powerless from my shivering hand -- With that dear name as text I cannot write -- I cannot speak -- I cannot even think -- Alas I I cannot feel; for''t is not feeling -- This...
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ... TO M.L.S Poe''i MS. To Mrs. M. L. S, February 14, 1847. Borne Journal, March 13,1847. Text, Bome Journal. Variations in MS. from text: -- 2. Thine: thy. 0. Lying: Laying them. 14. Resembles: approaches. Notes: The poem was introduced in the Bome Journal as follows: -- "The following seems said over a hand clasped in the speaker''s two. It is by Edgar A. Poe, and is evidently the pouring out of a very deep feeling of gratitude." The poem was sent to Mrs. Marie Louise Shew. The manuscript copy dated February 14,1847, is still in the possession of her daughter, Mrs. William Wiley, and was used in making comparisons of the text. TO Columbian Magazine, March, 1848. Text, Columbian llagazine. Notes: The tenth line of this poem is spoken by Lalage in "Politian," and some portions of "Israfel" are in lines fourteen and fifteen. Poe sent a MS. copy of this poem to Mrs. Shew. The first seven lines follow the text. TO KAKIE LOUISE Two gentle sounds made only to be murmured By angels dreaming in the moon-lit "dew That hangs like chains of pearl on Hermon hill" Have stirred from out the abysses of my heart . Unthought-like thoughts -- scarcely the shades of thought -- Bewildering fantasies -- far richer visions Than even the seraph harper, Israfel, Who "had the sweetest voice of all God''s creatures," Would hope to utter. Ah, Marie Louise! In deep humility I own that now All pride -- all thought of power -- all hopes of fame -- All wish for Heaven -- is merged forevermore Beneath the palpitating tide of passion Heaped o''er my soul by thee. Its spells are broken -- The pen falls powerless from my shivering hand -- With that dear name as text I cannot write -- I cannot speak -- I cannot even think -- Alas I I cannot feel; for''t is not feeling -- This...
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