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for the first time31
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valley of the many21
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at the end of16
the end of the16
the southern literary messenger14
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of the southern literary10
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history of new york10
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the office of the9
city of brotherly love9
and at the same9
the city of brotherly9
as has been said9
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end of the rainbow8
on the th of8
the editor of the8
imp of the perverse8
in which he was8
tales of the folio8
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for the most part8
of the folio club8
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the star of love8
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the top of the7
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the saturday evening post7
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of edgar the dreamer7
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censers of the angels7
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the angel of death6
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vote fer guvener b4
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that he appeared to2
miniature of his mother2
he could not say2
he was often obliging2
he is going to2
have the following account2
to the hermitage woods2
did not care so2
a part of the2
and artavan is safe2
name of edgar a2
spoke to him of2
the editor of a2
a touch of bitterness2
the full height of2
there is no need2
a bargain in a2
enlist in the army2
is this thing true2
a voice that was2
which she gave of2
the flowers of the2
the summer of that2
we have just this2
took form in his2
the boys were all2
a mecca to the2
for the past and2
but never to virginia2
he received from the2
coughed none at all2
hush fell upon the2
she was a woman2
he was at this2
systems of secret writing2
i have no doubt2
swore that he would2
it must be admitted2
he says that he2
he went to live2
for the entertainment of2
the impression that he2
i shall go to2
to the corner of2
to the boy to2
the simplicity of a2
story of washington irving2
palace of the alhambra2
sissy coughed none at2
he could write as2
wounded me to the2
the sketch book was2
man in the city2
seeming in the least2
a way as to2
smile on her lips2
pan for the stove2
received a letter from2
and the result was2
a mind open to2
comes down with the2
the central figure of2
the church home infirmary2
otherwise he had not2
as he approached the2
him a lion in2
he could not see2
last roses of the2
couldst not be happy2
agonies of her death2
drawn close to the2
a line of men2
of the little authors2
after an absence of2
in which he says2
and speaks in a2
being at that time2
was beautiful with the2
at his own expense2
fixed upon him with2
herself with the thought2
the enjoyment of his2
the voice and the2
heart bled for him2
side of the water2
stood at the head2
that she would be2
i can not speak2
which i had not2
all the young men2
the good opinion of2
all the world to2
of poe and his2
had found her best2
took his way homeward2
the best he ever2
an illustration of the2
part younger than himself2
the time of the2
which it had been2
not from the gods2
beauty is to me2
near the end of2
all her beauty and2
him mentally and physically2
misfortune of his life2
place in the country2
of the allan homestead2
of wine at dinner2
in my own acquaintance2
in the mountains of2
marquez go into ballroom2
a little farther along2
to the floor and2
the darkness of the2
had been accustomed to2
eighteen years of age2
as if she had2
he should ever prove2
world beyond the horizon2
sat gazing into the2
he ought to be2
in addition to his2
coupling those two words2
the french are going2
spite of all the2
they had never seen2
more dearly and clung2
the opinion of the2
would enable him to2
out into the streets2
even as he had2
i will go away2
what it had been2
each time the shadow2
it was known to2
for permission to use2
he had become acquainted2
biographers have informed us2
was the real author2
from the regions which2
it was not in2
a great ambition to2
at the expense of2
he went to philadelphia2
the following extract from2
satisfy your wildest desires2
watch over him in2
in dealing with your2
tales of the grotesque2
he writes to a2
through a hostile country2
rolling on the human2
as he drew near2
down under the sea2
he was very fond2
the man who had2
edgar and virginia poe2
a happiness to dream2
and on his return2
in the rear of2
placing his hand on2
will remember that in2
the greatest misfortune of2
the past came back2
him that he would2
lady of the garden2
as he had gone2
could he leave her2
the age of twenty2
affirm that the play2
of two of the2
the two flights of2
little rolls of manuscript2
an appeal to the2
but sending his mother2
ethereal look that had2
it was wrong and2
was the youngest of2
the news of the2
let me tell you2
from his bosom and2
he heard the voice2
in the san francisco2
amusing to see how2
her on his knee2
in a boy of2
a thing to be2
the work of the2
at this time the2
between her and the2
when it was discovered2
mortification in making this2
what is the matter2
of historic association and2
angry scene between the2
they knew that he2
poetry and music are2
the little silver bells2
have them shot at2
than to be the2
the supreme court of2
him in regard to2
and most of the2
a morning with poe2
and the stars are2
it as soon as2
anything more to do2
and in a measure2
house we had to2
a few minutes and2
in his character of2
a father and a2
was seated at his2
that it is worth2
was in the street2
she knew that she2
corner of main and2
into consideration the central2
as long as he2
what an hour for2
poe would have been2
her to marry him2
you must be happy2
them to take a2
in the shadows of2
was in his arms2
garden of the allan2
gave him a sense2
the eyes of her2
it was not long2
time before his death2
fine views of the2
of love and of2
slopes of capitol square2
the wife and mother2
in the school of2
there was one thing2
placed her arm around2
yet that terror was2
he spent a great2
if it is to2
it had come to2
the soul of the2
to the voice of2
then i had to2
consideration the central situation2
in a wild effort2
and offered his services2
and he began to2
i did not say2
that edgar was not2
upon which he was2
a generous amount of2
impression had been made2
upon the work of2
the poem in the2
and virginia clemm were2
work as well as2
level with the floor2
it was a great2
heart beats in coupling2
souls within one star2
him a sense of2
a bottle of wine2
the murders were still2
of the lovely dead2
new start in life2
he flung wide the2
sacked the summer palace2
the time at the2
to save my brother2
and all the world2
in this time of2
she could hardly believe2
had been there in2
i made a bargain2
his friend went to2
he was hatching mischief2
cab and sent him2
enough money to pay2
of my father and2
to be received as2
allan poe chapter i2
were withering and sere2
from which the pigeons2
in the sunshine of2
had not ceased to2
he went in the2
with a face like2
the keystone of the2
at the door which2
declared himself to be2
were a number of2
the sketch book he2
but he was now2
wing of the angel2
he picked up the2
was on the point2
a little of the2
it seems certain that2
knew you would not2
filling the air which2
at the front door2
he was not to2
rooms up two flights2
if she could not2
the circumstances of his2
the publishers are due2
with one of his2
can ride in his2
the hearts of all2
heart to joy at2
in spite of their2
a book of poetry2
fate that had brought2
he met on his2
her arm around him2
the next day the2
wrote urgently to mrs2
to think of his2
he thought of mr2
the expression of the2
your majesty will sign2
the united states in2
editor of the comet2
could no longer endure2
the end of this2
of mental and physical2
them shot at once2
no faith in the2
could think of to2
the last three months2
on account of the2
roses of the year2
published in new york2
and listened to the2
was held by some2
i hope you will2
to ensure himself from2
she made him the2
if it had been2
he goes on to2
office of the evening2
was a favorite with2
vote fer gineral c2
at this time in2
be led away by2
the flowers in the2
in which it had2
desire of the moth2
not reconciled the matter2
shakes but with the2
rests on the heart2
and that he should2
as soon as she2
views of the river2
truth of the matter2
a ten dollar bill2
by thought of the2
has wounded me to2
time to do so2
i must try to2
give him frequent indications2
shall have her chance2
friends in new york2
poison that fell from2
from a baltimore paper2
of the bitterness of2
do not try to2
mother had found her2
his birth and childhood2
paean of the bells2
the playmates of his2
in which he and2
the shop of mrs2
home life of poe2
he would be back2
accompanied by his wife2
for him in his2
the roses on her2
he hides his face2
all the world one2
i have no hope2
miss poe told of2
in which he found2
her bed of death2
on his own account2
as the years went2
it did not take2
with the sound of2
ride in his wagon2
during the latter part2
beauty and the poetry2
as a means of2
of the most humiliating2
two or three of2
have faith in me2
lady of the manor2
more to me than2
mouth there was a2
not for a moment2
a draft for a2
frequent indications of her2
cemetery of the epiphany2
show you by the2
with the roses on2
number of the magazine2
poe in his boyhood2
initiated into the mysteries2
he decided that it2
i know not why2
they had not been2
got to the house2
sent him to the2
to do so unobserved2
it was a beginning2
indications of her presence2
as an inmate of2
if he had not2
now sit down to2
you need not speak2
i now sit down2
her ain wee laddie2
two souls within one2
in the following spring2
to the rest of2
which he proposed to2
great ambition to excel2
the chamber of death2
my dear little son2
of his way to2
breathed with perfume from2
in the preface to2
that it will be2
the house we had2
that he was very2
he had made his2
it was agreed that2
what business of his2
perched upon his knee2
he wrote to his2
published in a volume2
a trip to montreal2
of his young friends2
hated world all slept2
of the young and2
the winds lay still2
a relief to the2
it was large enough2
author of the raven2
the heart of an2
no one was more2
he made his first2
candy and original poetry2
him from under their2
of windows on a2
the suggestion of her2
the child of three2
strong enough to take2
had never seen each2
now he was to2
her spirit and his2
of the necessities of2
to come and see2
in the meantime i2
you would not have2
that you might come2
a quarter of an2
glad to hear it2
with the rush of2
ever dissever my soul2
levy to put the2
the windows of the2
his biographers have informed2
resolutions for the future2
was not fond of2
in a voice that2
the cause of the2
the sort of thing2
written by diedrich knickerbocker2
the mildest temperance in2
could but have known2
and we can ride2
his interest in his2
the beauties of the2
was in his blood2
and i now sit2
be the mother of2
she had been in2
to new york to2
some of the tales2
the face of a2
each separate dying ember2
of the house was2
hear the decree of2
as good as a2
saw her through the2
which at that time2
whom he had not2
james russell lowell chapter2
style in american letters2
to the young poet2
of cold and proud2
such was the case2
the silver spire and2
the regions which are2
a little place in2
the art of literature2
the broken heart of2
the dreamer was a2
and made the most2
catalina to new york2
and as spring opened2
time about the middle2
manuscript of the raven2
that he wished to2
his reminiscences of poe2
relation to me whatever2
from the red cliff2
had gone to bed2
have been given by2
through which he had2
the day previous to2
all the world is2
which he could turn2
the bride of ninus2
of a devoted husband2
at the very first2
too great for the2
that had led him2
looks toward the garden2
and bided his time2
being alone at night2
other daughter of earth2
brought him some reputation2
to hear you say2
the poet act i2
living on main street2
in twos and threes2
to him and he2
as if he had2
the acquaintance of his2
all over the world2
it was then that2
all but marquez go2
her to be ready2
as i have already2
new york once more2
strange as it may2
trust you with my2
he had not had2
on the way to2
he will be shot2
a hand to the2
but relief was at2
irving goes to spain2
but there were no2
he was beginning to2
in his hand and2
mask of cold and2
fifths of him genius2
in which he described2
prize of one hundred2
had been the chamber2
minutes and then got2
the little maid who2
his books and his2
provide a home for2
upon the matriculation book2
russell lowell was the2
published in book form2
a place in his2
wrote at the top2
top of his page2
he breathed with perfume2
never cared to reprint2
as he had worshipped2
come back to richmond2
estimation in which i2
the pity of it2
we sacked the summer2
him that it was2
drew the attention of2
of which was his2
who was at this2
and a bottle of2
until his return from2
which he breathed with2
on her return home2
affording fine views of2
see that she was2
of the garden was2
college and the muses2
divine dream of love2
story of james russell2
he had left his2
edgar was sent to2
love and contentment and2
i do declare that2
turn out such a2
as much of a2
there was not a2
him frequent indications of2
his pale face and2
i have given you2
but it will be2
star of love had2
about half an hour2
to come to them2
see if we can2
which he was not2
and die by no2
see the troops go2
i went up greenwich2
the result of this2
the laws of time2
to the temptation to2
evening winds or filling2
to listen and to2
offerings of candy and2
the only one of2
the doubly dead in2
if they would only2
degrees of estimation in2
by reason of his2
i should advise you2
he lay in his2
at that time a2
me as i do2
central situation and the2
was a strange one2
of the dreamer was2
to be called the2
a member of the2
in the love of2
in which i hold2
for a moment he2
the city of his2
with all they could2
empire and a crown2
the splendor of the2
the rhythm of the2
broken heart of a2
and it seemed to2
knew too well the2
is the use of2
proud and sensitive nature2
he never cared to2
a volume of his2
rare and radiant maiden2
to have anything more2
there was such a2
a glimpse of the2
the severe illness which2
yet he was not2
that an engagement existed2
there was a stir2
there was an undercurrent2
what should he do2
on the evening of2
which was so much2
time of his life2
the love of a2
my spirit hovering lies2
with the thought that2
i have been here2
you will be so2
joy at the same2
as she could speak2
appointment as minister to2
had been his own2
between edgar and the2
narrow rolls of manuscript2
there is no man2
to enter his soul2
the story of edgar2
glimpse of edgar poe2
the grave beside the2
edgar allan poe chapter2
the services of a2
shrug of the shoulders2
i have taken an2
of the assembled company2
the young man to2
of the house and2
white flower in her2
it is now that2
have taken an active2
you can use two2
at last he was2
and on the th2
and how much he2
her arms about her2
as when i saw2
days were passed in2
writes to his mother2
the bow of promise2
the rays of the2
what can i say2
i would have spared2
grave in the cemetery2
he had ever been2
the contents of which2
with all of its2
and the appearance of2
visit to the country2
by a defect so2
at length one of2
dozen pieces of crockery2
which was deepened by2
of his stay in2
at once that his2
the mountains of mexico2
as he gazed upon2
his wife was the2
and would probably have2
gentlemen of the city2
that he had never2
and a brother lost2
a seat beside him2
the poes in richmond2
and very little money2
amount of his indebtedness2
was surrounded by a2
he sat with his2
broke the seal of2
no more than that2
branches of the cherry2
upon the charity of2
upon the bounty of2
and some of his2
with a good salary2
and this was the2
was admitted to the2
he said to his2
the use of the2
house where he could2
him in the evening2
i had not seen2
well as to her2
upon the day before2
it should have been2
possible for him to2
he told how he2
a poet as well2
the poetry of flowers2
said a lady who2
reconciled the matter with2
as it may seem2
the boys at home2
out of the cruz2
he was a stranger2
for so many years2
died from the effects2
of the publishers are2
first number of the2
earn his living in2
little room in the2
some of his own2
were to be seen2
the yard for the2
he puts in a2
for from that time2
his life when he2
it had been to2
and as time went2
with his sister and2
in the allan home2
a change came over2
take me to the2
as white as the2
some work that i2
there were times when2
you will have faith2
brick house on the2
he died from the2
what a world of2
no idea of the2
my heart to joy2
in a great measure2
in mind and in2
he appears to have2
he listened and listened2
had been the most2
of the time at2
i had to pay2
was the original of2
got a hack and2
have many in whom2
and even in his2
that was the natural2
and is waiting for2
to the ages of2
edgar and uncle billy2
was the house of2
the second series of2
a letter to the2
next number of his2
will be delighted to2
it was on the2
had been to his2
set out in the2
purity and innocence and2
swept from the room2
you could but have2
his visits to mrs2
day two years after2
a call to her2
her on board the2
face between his hands2
he had ever met2
had been one of2
to me like those2
then came a day2
in answer to an2
in time to it2
he is so far2
which every word would2
arrived safe at walnut2
tell muddie and sissy2
to give up the2
soul from the soul2
to the number of2
the reading of the2
to its merits as2
should advise you to2
the philosophy of composition2
when edgar was about2
whom the angels name2
the eyes of his2
i was about to2
of to bear upon2
stood a spell on2
is so far above2
big brain he admired2
one of you is2
had to do with2
not care so much2
just at this point2
his angel mother had2
the top of a2
putting her arms about2
such stories as he2
trait of his character2
and burst in upon2
to me that i2
reasons of the most2
and finally it was2
the summer palace at2
in order to make2
lay bare his arm2
long as she lived2
no more of that2
of the tales of2
if i could only2
other feeling than that2
of his life had2
on account of her2
rippled out upon the2
existed between the two2
his hands clasped under2
in the world of2
the most part of2
chamber under the roof2
the sole unquestionable aristocracy2
returned to new york2
of arthur gordon pym2
but yourself to blame2
but they had never2
moon fell on the2
greater part of the2
hopes were for the2
to bring muddie and2
large enough to hold2
for a new edition2
offerings of choice smoking2
he had engaged to2
the construction of the2
the presence of a2
at this time only2
him and his bride2
made him feel that2
in coupling those two2
to the shorn lamb2
he did not mind2
indebted to him for2
steamboats and railroads had2
the agonies of her2
how he loved the2
i have many in2
that terror was not2
to see how he2
wait about half an2
addressed to him in2
he was breaking away2
and of how she2
one of the popular2
red cliff of the2
and he sat gazing2
and edgar the dreamer2
in place of a2
in spite of much2
there was a touch2
may imagine my mortification2
as balm to his2
to her dying day2
as the voice of2
for this purpose he2
the poison that fell2
he turned his face2
mother clemm to richmond2
drops his head to2
to be ready to2
could hardly wait to2
it may be here2
but it does not2
his own native shore2
she could not get2
from the door and2
on desperate seas long2
the words of the2
in the middle of2
at length he spoke2
i left her on2
was often obliging enough2
his favorite of all2
it was a small2
tones of her voice2
would be back in2
as one of his2
the lovely eyes of2
suddenly to have been2
the love and the2
as much a stranger2
the san francisco chronicle2
to make of it2
submit himself to mr2
fell on the upturned2
as it had never2
and yet i hope2
himself to the angels2
its hero the conqueror2
to the grave beside2
you will love me2
did not like to2
as in a dream2
poe had entered west2
the corner of main2
when he reached home2
leaned from the window2
much as he loved2
it was a large2
this poem was published2
him like a brother2
bargain in a few2
which i have been2
did you fly from2
at west point in2
soon as she could2
he turned to the2
have been a great2
a happiness to wonder2
came back to him2
shall not do this2
a man who is2
a place on the2
first editor of the2
had to wait about2
brother and sister were2
she would have chosen2
had plenty of money2
lost her interest in2
let us see if2
of a legended tomb2
looked every inch a2
the noise and dust2
to say that the2
and the colt went2
him in all his2
and no one knew2
as if you were2
at the university of2
a levy to put2
the influence of drink2
now that are exactly2
off her robe and2
eyes were filled with2
was joy in the2
and with a father2
the breath of roses2
soul of the beautiful2
that i have many2
him to be a2
up to the full2
a passion of tears2
friend of his boyhood2
as defender of purity2
the decree of ninus2
had been the first2
in a lowered tone2
how fair was this2
and he had not2
so far above me2
it was the eve2
she had more than2
and it is now2
and soon found a2
him feel that he2
of candy and original2
his two good angels2
much of his time2
are indebted for a2
officers in the liberal2
in which he moved2
wayworn wanderer bore to2
all pallid and wan2
good to be back2
with the globe itself2
and paper before him2
e is represented by2
a little later he2
be ready to receive2
of her own life2
most famous work is2
in a large company2
to joy at the2
tin pan for the2
was very different from2
speaks in a low2
would recite the raven2
himself in marriage to2
money to pay his2
his absence he had2
the organ began to2
reputation of being a2
doubly dead in that2
he did not consider2
the exception of two2
and he was glad2
to write a poem2
take her away from2
hundred and fifty dollars2
gardens over the lake2
is described at this2
was one of those2
and others of the2
no more of you2
everything in time to2
held fast in his2
down by the side2
and the little girl2
dependent upon the bounty2
glory in so rolling2
death at any moment2
greatest misfortune of his2
have been able to2
because i love you2
there is no one2
man who had just2
in a few minutes2
one of his friends2
said that it was2
the effects of deliberate2
a voice from out2
but they would not2
awoke with a start2
take the place of2
were glad to have2
in the land where2
she was pretty and2
was never known to2
he might have been2
these one of you2
him to come and2
it is not true2
to have been the2
his arms in a2
and filled it with2
the third story of2
that to know him2
to the secretary of2
his mind that he2
is going for a2
talk of the town2
put the trunks in2
as the leaves that2
magnolia tree in bloom2
as is well known2
at the very moment2
should he turn his2
that shakes but with2
that it was good2
in their attitude toward2
in which he clearly2
he would go to2
and one or two2
must have been something2
exactly to please me2
source i have not2
the last of the2
wanderer bore to his2
it was not only2
still under the spell2
white was a most2
number of the messenger2
in the next number2
had been as the2
soul that he would2
it was possible for2
was published in the2
girl with auburn hair2
he first went to2
an end to his2
want to help me2
falls on the couch2
fact that he was2
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member of the family2
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visitor from north barracks2
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