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Edgar Allan Poe was one of the earliest pioneers of the short story and perfected the tale of psychological horror. The entirety of Poe's body of imaginative work encompasses detective tales, satires, fables, fantasies, science fiction, verse dramas and some of the most evocative poetry in the English language. This leatherbound omnibus collects all of Poe's fiction and poetry in a single volume, including "The Fall of the House of Usher", "The Tell-Tale Heart", "The Pit and the Pendulum", "The Raven", "Annabel Lee", and the full-length novel "The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket". "The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe" is part of "Barnes & Noble"'s series of quality leatherbound volumes. Each title in the series presents a classic work in an attractively designed edition bound in genuine bonded leather. These books make elegant additions to any home library.
Forlag Barnes and Noble Books
Utgivelsesår 2016
Format Innbundet
ISBN13 9781435106345
EAN 9781435106345
Genre Klassisk litteratur
Språk Engelsk
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Start en diskusjon om verket Se alle diskusjoner om verketAnd all I loved, I loved alone.
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--nevermore!
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow -
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand -
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?