The Poems Of Edgar Allan Poe

The Poems Of Edgar Allan Poe

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by Edgar Allan Poe
     
 

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THE POEMS OF EDGAR ALLAN PQE TEXT OF THE POEMS TAMERLANE Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme — I will not madly deem that power Of Earth may…  See more details below

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THE POEMS OF EDGAR ALLAN PQE TEXT OF THE POEMS TAMERLANE Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme — I will not madly deem that power Of Earth may jjhrive me of the sin Unearthly pride hath revelPd in — I have no time to dote or dream: The text of 1827, inasmuch as it exhibits radical variations from the text adopted here (that of 1845), is reproduced in the footnotes in its entirety. Following this the variants for the rest of the printed texts are given. Italics are used in the footnotes to indicate the verbal variations from the adopted text (except that in the case of variants already in italics, a heavy- faced type is used). A list of the different volumes and periodicals in which each of the poems originally appeared is given in the Notes at the end of the volume. TEXT OF 1827 I have sent for thee, holy friar; But 'twas not with the drunken hope, Which is but agony of desire To shun the fate, with which to cope Is more than crime may dare to dream, 5 That I have call'd thee at this hour: Such father is not my theme — Nor am I mad, to deem that power Of earth may shrive me of the sin Unearthly pride hath revell'd in— 10 3 deem: think (1831). You call it hope — that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire: If I can hope — oh, God I I can — Its fount is holier — more divine — 10 I would not call thee fool, old man, But such is not a gift of thine. Know thou the secret of a spirit Bow'd from its wild prideinto shame. O yearning heart! I did inherit 15 Thy withering portion with the fame, The searing glory which hath shone Amid the jewels of my throne, Halo of Hell! and with a pain Not Hell shall make me fear again — 20 O craving heart, for the lost flowers And sunshine of m...

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ISBN-13:
9781348166597
Publisher:
Palala Press
Publication date:
12/14/2015
Pages:
408
Product dimensions:
6.14(w) x 9.21(h) x 0.94(d)

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