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Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 6 Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 6

Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 6
THE leading particulars of this narration were all that Augustuscommunicated to me while we remained near the box. It was not untilafterward that he entered fully into all the details. He wasapprehensive of being missed, and I was wild with impatience to leavemy detested place of confinement. We resolved to make our way at onceto the hole in the bulkhead, near which I was to remain for thepresent, while he went through to reconnoiter. To leave Tiger in thebox was what neither of us could endure to think of, yet, how to actotherwise was the question. He now seemed to be... Long Stories - Post by : nekjustin - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 1377

Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 5 Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 5

Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 5
FOR some minutes after the cook had left the forecastle, Augustusabandoned himself to despair, never hoping to leave the berth alive.He now came to the resolution of acquainting the first of the men whoshould come down with my situation, thinking it better to let me takemy chance with the mutineers than perish of thirst in the hold,- forit had been ten days since I was first imprisoned, and my jug ofwater was not a plentiful supply even for four. As he was thinking onthis subject, the idea came all at once into his head that it mightbe possible to communicate with... Long Stories - Post by : AmeerSalim - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 3187

Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 4 Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 4

Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 4
THE brig put to sea, as I had supposed, in about an hour after hehad left the watch. This was on the twentieth of June. It will beremembered that I had then been in the hold for three days; and,during this period, there was so constant a bustle on board, and somuch running to and fro, especially in the cabin and staterooms, thathe had had no chance of visiting me without the risk of having thesecret of the trap discovered. When at length he did come, I hadassured him that I was doing as well as possible; and, therefore, forthe two... Long Stories - Post by : shoubhik - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 1690

Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 3 Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 3

Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 3
THE thought instantly occurred to me that the paper was a notefrom Augustus, and that some unaccountable accident having happenedto prevent his relieving me from my dungeon, he had devised thismethod of acquainting me with the true state of affairs. Tremblingwith eagerness, I now commenced another search for my phosphorusmatches and tapers. I had a confused recollection of having put themcarefully away just before falling asleep; and, indeed, previously tomy last journey to the trap, I had been able to remember the exactspot where I had deposited them. But now I endeavored in vain to callit to mind, and busied myself... Long Stories - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 2964

Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 2 Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 2

Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 2
IN no affairs of mere prejudice, pro or con, do we deduceinferences with entire certainty, even from the most simple data. Itmight be supposed that a catastrophe such as I have just relatedwould have effectually cooled my incipient passion for the sea. Onthe contrary, I never experienced a more ardent longing for the wildadventures incident to the life of a navigator than within a weekafter our miraculous deliverance. This short period proved amply longenough to erase from my memory the shadows, and bring out in vividlight all the pleasurably exciting points of color, all thepicturesqueness, of the late perilous accident. My... Long Stories - Post by : gklom - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 1886

Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 1 Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 1

Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - Chapter 1
MY name is Arthur Gordon Pym. My father was a respectable traderin sea-stores at Nantucket I was born. My maternal grandfatherwas an attorney in good practice. He was fortunate in every thing,and had speculated very successfully in stocks of the Edgarton NewBank, as it was formerly called. By these and other means he hadmanaged to lay by a tolerable sum of money. He was more attached tomyself, I believe, than to any other person in the world, and Iexpected to inherit the most of his property at his death. He sentme, at six years of age, to the school of... Long Stories - Post by : linsapp - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 1926

Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - INTRODUCTORY NOTE Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - INTRODUCTORY NOTE

Narrative Of A. Gordon Pym - INTRODUCTORY NOTE
UPON my return to the United States a few months ago, after theextraordinary series of adventure in the South Seas and elsewhere, ofwhich an account is given in the following pages, accident threw meinto the society of several gentlemen in Richmond, Va., who felt deepinterest in all matters relating to the regions I had visited, andwho were constantly urging it upon me, as a duty, to give mynarrative to the public. I had several reasons, however, fordeclining to do so, some of which were of a nature altogetherprivate, and concern no person but myself; others not so much so. Oneconsideration which... Long Stories - Post by : dusky - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 2875

Sonnet - To Science Sonnet - To Science

Sonnet - To Science
SCIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Who wouldst not leave him in his wanderingTo seek for treasure in the jewelled skies Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? And driven the Hamadryad from the woodTo seek a shelter in some happier star? Hast thous... Poems - Post by : mik52 - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 1365

Al Aaraaf Al Aaraaf

Al Aaraaf
O ! NOTHING earthly save the ray(Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye,As in those gardens where the daySprings from the gems of Circassy -O ! nothing earthly save the thrillOf melody in woodland rill -Or (music of the passion-hearted)Joy's voice so peacefully departedThat like the murmur in the shell,Its echo dwelleth and will dwell -Oh, nothing of the dross of ours -Yet all the beauty - all the flowersThat list our Love, and deck our bowers -Adorn yon world afar, afar -The wandering star. 'Twas a sweet time for Nesace - for thereHer world lay lolling on... Poems - Post by : hopesquest - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 3451

Tamerlane Tamerlane

Tamerlane
KIND solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme -I will not madly deem that power Of Earth may shrive me of the sin Unearthly pride hath revell'd in - I have no time to dote or dream:You call it hope - that fire of fire!It is but agony of desire:If I _can_ hope - Oh God! I can - Its fount is holier - more divine -I would not call thee fool, old... Poems - Post by : rjsexton1 - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 1421

To Helen (poem Of Youth) To Helen (poem Of Youth)

To Helen (poem Of Youth)
HELEN, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore,That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore.On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece,And the grandeur that was Rome.Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I me thee stand,The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which... Poems - Post by : medcop - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 3585

The Valley Of Unrest The Valley Of Unrest

The Valley Of Unrest
_Once_ it smiled a silent dellWhere the people did not dwell;They had gone unto the wars,Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,Nightly, from their azure towers,To keep watch above the flowers,In the midst of which all dayThe red sun-light lazily lay._Now_ each visiter shall confessThe sad valley's restlessness.Nothing there is motionless -Nothing save the airs that broodOver the magic solitude.Ah, by no wind are stirred those treesThat palpitate like the chill seasAround the misty Hebrides!Ah, by no wind those clouds are drivenThat rustle through the unquiet HeavenUneasily, from morn till even,Over the violets there that lieIn myriad types of the human eye -Over... Poems - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 1889

Israfel Israfel

Israfel
IN Heaven a spirit doth dwell "Whose heart-strings are a lute;"None sing so wildly wellAs the angel Israfel,And the giddy stars (so legends tell)Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell Of his voice, all mute.Tottering above In her highest noon The enamoured moonBlushes with love, While, to listen, the red levin (With the rapid Pleiads, even, Which were seven,) Pauses in HeavenAnd they say (the starry choir And all the listening things)That Israfeli's fireIs owing... Poems - Post by : rmcsh1 - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 2919

To -- (i Heed Not That My Earthly Lot) To -- (i Heed Not That My Earthly Lot)

To -- (i Heed Not That My Earthly Lot)
I HEED not that my earthly lot Hath-little of Earth in it--That years of love have been forgotIn the hatred of a minute:--I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I,But that you sorrow for my fateWho am a passer-by.   The EndEdgar Allan Poe's poem: To -- (D not that my earthly lot)... Poems - Post by : mlmpro - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 3391

To The River To The River

To The River
FAIR river! in thy bright, clear flow Of crystal, wandering water,Thou art an emblem of the glow Of beauty - the unhidden heart - The playful maziness of artIn old Alberto's daughter;But when within thy wave she looks - Which glistens then, and trembles -Why, then, the prettiest of brooks Her worshipper resembles;For in my heart, as in thy stream, Her image deeply lies -His heart which... Poems - Post by : martyr - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 3172

Song Song

Song
I SAW thee on thy bridal day - When a burning blush came o'er thee,Though happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee:And in thine eye a kindling light (Whatever it might be)Was all on Earth my aching sight Of Loveliness could see.That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame - As such it well may pass -Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame In the breast of him, alas!Who saw thee on that bridal day, When that deep blush... Poems - Post by : riaan - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 1993

A Dream A Dream

A Dream
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed --But a waking dreams of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are castOn things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past?That holy dream -- that holy dream, While all the world were chiding,Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding.What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from... Poems - Post by : Chillin - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 1537

Romance Romance

Romance
ROMANCE, who loves to nod and sing,With drowsy head and folded wing,Among the green leaves as they shakeFar down within some shadowy lake,To me a painted paroquetHath been - a most familiar bird -Taught me my alphabet to say -To lisp my very earliest wordWhile in the wild wood I did lie,A child - with a most knowing eye.Of late, eternal Condor yearsSo shake the very Heaven on highWith tumult as they thunder by,I have no time for idle caresThrough gazing on the unquiet sky.And when an hour with calmer wingsIts down upon thy spirit flings -That little time with lyre... Poems - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 3749

Fairy-land Fairy-land

Fairy-land
DIM vales - and shadowy floods -And cloudy-looking woods,Whose forms we can't discoverFor the tears that drip all overHuge moons there wax and wane -Again - again - again -Every moment of the night -Forever changing places -And they put out the star-lightWith the breath from their pale faces.About twelve by the moon-dialOne, more filmy than the rest(A kind which, upon trial,They have found to be the best)Comes down - still down - and downWith its centre on the crownOf a mountain's eminence,While its wide circumferenceIn easy drapery fallsOver hamlets, over halls,Wherever they may be -O'er the strange woods -... Poems - Post by : freespirit - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 3005

The Lake -- To -- The Lake -- To --

The Lake -- To --
IN spring of youth it was my lotTo haunt of the wide earth a spotThe which I could not love the less --So lovely was the lonelinessOf a wild lake, with black rock bound,And the tall pines that tower'd around.But when the Night had thrown her pallUpon that spot, as upon all,And the mystic wind went byMurmuring in melody --Then -- ah then I would awakeTo the terror of the lone lake.Yet that terror was not fright,But a tremulous delight --A feeling not the jewelled mineCould teach or bribe me to define --Nor Love -- although the Love were thine.Death was... Poems - Post by : Scott_Logan - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 2318