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e چهارشنبه 8 تیر‌ماه سال 1390 ساعت 10:49 ق.ظ

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Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird
Taught me my alphabet to say
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie
A child—with a most knowing eye

Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings

e دوشنبه 6 تیر‌ماه سال 1390 ساعت 09:42 ق.ظ

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Edgar Allan Poe Biography

EDGAR ALLEN POE was born in Boston, January 19, 1809, and after a

tempestuous life of forty years, he died in the city of Baltimore, October 7, 1849

His father, the son of a distinguished officer in the Revolutionary army, was educated for the law, but having married the beautiful English actress, Elizabeth Arnold, he abandoned law, and in company with his wife, led a wandering life on the stage. The two died within a short time of each other, leaving three children entirely destitute. Edgar, the second son, a bright, beautiful boy, was adopted by John Allen, a wealthy citizen of Richmond. Allen, having no children of his own, became very much attached to Edgar, and used his wealth freely in educating the boy. At the age of seven he was sent to school at Stoke Newington, near London, where he remained for six years. During the next three years he studied under private tutors, at the residence of the Allen's in Richmond. In 1826 he entered the University of Virginia, where he remained less than a year

After a year or two of fruitless life at home, a cadetship was obtained for him at West Point. He was soon tried by court-martial and expelled from school because he drank to excess and neglected his studies. Thus ended his school days

In 1829 he published "Al Aaraaf, and Minor Poems." "This work," says his biographer, Mr. Stoddard, "was not a remarkable production for a young gentleman of twenty." Poe himself was ashamed of the volume.

After his stormy school life, he returned to Richmond, where he was kindly received by Mr. Allen. Poe's conduct was such that Mr. Allen was obliged to turn him out of doors, and, dying soon after, he made no mention of Poe in his will

Now wholly thrown upon his own resources, he took up literature as a profession, but in this he failed to gain a living. He enlisted as a private soldier, but was soon recognized as the West Point cadet and a discharge procured.

In 1833 Poe won two prizes of $100 each for a tale in prose, and for a poem John P. Kennedy, one of the committee who made the award, now gave him means of support, and secured employment for him as editor of the "Southern Literary Messenger" at Richmond. After a short but successful editorial work on "The Messenger," his old habits returned, he quarreled with his publishers and was dismissed. While in Richmond he married his cousin, Virginia Clem, and in January, 1837, removed to New York. Here he gained a poor support by writing for periodicals

His literary work may be summed up as follows: In 1838 appeared a fiction entitled "The Narrative of Arthur Gorden Pym;" 1839, editor of Burton's "Gentleman's Magazine," Philadelphia; next, editor of "Graham's Magazine;" 1840, "Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque," in two volumes; 1845, "The Raven," published by the "American Review;" then sub-editor of the "Mirror" under employment of N. P. Willis and Geo. P. Norris; next associate editor of the "Broadway Journal

His wife died in 1848. His poverty was now such that the press made appeals to the public for his support

In 1848 he published "Eureka, a Prose Poem

He went to Richmond in 1849, where he was engaged to a lady of considerable fortune. In October he started for New York to arrange for the wedding, but at Baltimore he met some of his former boon companions, and spent the night in drinking. In the morning he was found in a state of delirium, and died in a few hours

The most remarkable of his tales are "The Gold Bug," "The Fall of the House of Usher," "The Murders of the Rue Morgue," "The Purloined Letter," "A Descent into Maelstrom," and "The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar." "The Raven" and "The Bells" alone would make the name of Poe immortal. The teachers of Baltimore placed a monument over his grave in 1875

Poe has been severely censured by many writers for his wild and stormy life, but we notice that Ingram and some other prominent authors claim that he has been willfully slandered and that many of the charges brought against him are not true. His ungovernable temper and high spirit led him into disputes with his friends, hence he was not enabled to hold any one position for a great length of time. Like Byron and Burns, he had faults in personal life, but his ungovernable passions are sleeping, while the sad strains of "The Raven," the clear and harmonious tones of "The Bells," and the powerful images of his fancy live in the immortal literature of his time

Biography from: http://www.2020site.org/literature/index.html

e دوشنبه 6 تیر‌ماه سال 1390 ساعت 09:37 ق.ظ

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A Day Dream by Emily Bronte

A Day Dream by Emily Bronte

On a sunny brae, alone I lay
One summer afternoon
It was the marriage-time of May
With her young lover, June

From her mother's heart, seemed loath to part
That queen of bridal charms
But her father smiled on the fairest child
He ever held in his arms

The trees did wave their plumy crests
The glad birds carolled clear
And I, of all the wedding guests
Was only sullen there

There was not one, but wished to shun
My aspect void of cheer
The very grey rocks, looking on
Asked, "What do you here

And I could utter no reply
In sooth, I did not know
Why I had brought a clouded eye
To greet the general glow

So, resting on a healthy bank
I took my heart to me
And we together sadly sank
Into a reverie.

We thought, "When winter comes again
Where will these bright things be
All vanished, like a vision vain
An unreal mockery

The birds that now so blithely sing
Through deserts, frozen dry
Poor spectres of the perished spring
In famished troops, will fly

And why should we be glad at all
The leaf is hardly green
Before a token of its fall
Is on the surface seen

Now, whether it were really so
I never could be sure
But as in fit of peevish woe
I stretched me on the moor

A thousand thousand gleaming fires
Seemed kindling in the air
A thousand thousand silvery lyres
Resounded far and near

Me thought, the very breath I breathed
Was full of sparks divine
And all my heather-couch was wreathed
By that celestial shine

And, while the wide earth echoing rung
To their strange minstrelsy
The little glittering spirits sung
Or seemed to sing, to me

"O mortal! mortal! let them die
Let time and tears destroy
That we may overflow the sky
With universal joy

Let grief distract the sufferer's breast
And night obscure his way
They hasten him to endless rest
And everlasting day

To thee the world is like a tomb
A desert's naked shore
To us, in unimagined bloom
It brightens more and more

And could we lift the veil, and give
One brief glimpse to thin eye
Thou wouldst rejoice for those that live
Because they live to die

The music ceased; the noonday dream
Like dream of night, withdrew
But Fancy, still, will sometimes deem
Her fond creation true