Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1867-07-10
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Our readers ought 10 thank MS for ~re.pubiish-
ing these beautiful poems Of Edgar A. Poe,
which we read snd re-resd monthlS, with al
ways Increasing admiration They can never
die, until the English language has become as
dead as the Sanserit:
ANEABFL LEE.
Il was many and many a year ago,
70 a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived, whom you may
BY the Sane Of AnnabeI Zee;
And this maiden she lived with no other
Than 70 love aud be loved by me.
Twas a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than
love
land my AnnabeI Lee;
With q love that the winged eraphs In heaven
Coveted her aud me.
And this was tee reason that, long ago,
in this kingdom by the sea,
I Awlnd blew out Of a cloud, chilling
NY beautiful Annab Lee;
! SOtiat her high-born ktnsman came
AM bore her away from me,
| To shut her up In a sepulcher
In this kingdom BY the sea.
The angels, not haIf so happy in heaven,
Went euvying her and me:
Yesi that was the reason las all men Know
In this kingdom BY the FeaJ
I That tie wind came out OF the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabe Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than The
love
or many far wiser then we;
And neither the angels 10 heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the see
Can ever discover my soul nom the soul
or the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing
Of the Beautiful AnnabeI Lee;
And the stars never rise bat 1 feel the bright
or the beautiful Aunabel Lee;-
And 90 ali the night-tide I lie down by the SIDE
OF my darHHg-my dariiHg-my life and my
In the sepaIcher there by hesea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
LENORE
Ali broken is the golden bowl-the spirit
Let the BEN toIIi-a sanity soul floats on the
And. GUY Devers, hast thou no tear ?-weep
now or uevcrmOret
See! on Won drear and rigid bier low lies thy
Come! lei The burial rite be read-the funeral
An anthem for the queennest dead that ever
/ A drgs for her the doubIy dead in that she died
50 young.
"wretehes! We loved her for her wealth and
hated her for her pride
I And when she fen IN teeD-e healLns ye Diesseu
ler-that she died
/ How shall the ritual ihen be read the requiem
how be sung
/ By you-by yours, the evil eye-by yours the
Slauuer0us tongue,
/ That Gid 90 .erth ths innocence that died and
died so Dung
Fese1ri,us; but rave not thus; and let a Sab
1 Go up u God 50 solemnly the dead may feel no
wrong;
/ The sweet Lenore hath gone before" with
Hope. that few beside.
! Leaving thee Wild for the dear child that should
have been your bride
/ Fer her the lalr and dejogGir, that SOW so lowly
lies.
The life upon her yellow hair but not within
her eyes
The lie sjuI there upon her hsir-the death
upsu her eyes.
" Avauut. to-nh htmy heart is ugtt. No dirge
But VAT he angel on her digit with a paau Of
old days;
let 90 bell tolI-Iest her sweet soul, amid its
haII0wrd auirtb,
| should catch the note as it doth doat-up from
the damned earth
To friends above, from friends below the indig-
ulul ghost b. rivgl-
From H-I IN "a high estate far up within The
heaven
From grief and gs0gn To a golden throne, be-
siue the KING OF Heaven