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I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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5d0e469
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By a route obscure and lonely Haunted by ill angels only, Where an eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule --
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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d97738f
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Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or silly action for no other reason than because he knows he should ? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgement, to violate that which is , merely because we understand it to be such?
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wrongdoing
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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a32c778
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From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone.
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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5133c23
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From childhood's hour I have not been As others were - I have not seen As others saw - I could not bring My passions from a common spring -
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loneliness
uniqueness
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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2e2b355
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Hay algo en el generoso y abnegado amor de un animal que llega directamente al corazon de aquel que con frecuencia a probado la falsa amistad y la fragil fidelidad del hombre"." --
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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4022877
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That is another of your odd notions," said the Prefect, who had a fashion of calling every thing "odd" that was beyond his comprehension, and thus lived amid an absolute legion of "oddities."
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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373af3e
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the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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I saw thee once - only once - years ago: I must not say how many - but not many. It was a July midnight; and from out A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring, Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven, There fell a silvery-silken veil of light, With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber, Upon the upturn'd faces of a thousand Roses that grew in an enchanted garden, Where no wind dared stir, unless on tiptoe - Fell on the u..
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poetry
whitman
helen
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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9fc4674
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In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"-- here I opened wide the door; -- Darkness there, and nothing more."
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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6b64d23
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During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was--but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spi..
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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ebd606b
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True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion, even by the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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d0bc065
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I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things.
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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4296df1
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There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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Yet we met; and fate bound us together at the alter,and I never spoke of passion nor thought of love. She, however shunned society, and, attaching herself to me alone rendered me happy. It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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7c32d21
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Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee-- Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!" Quothe the Raven, "Nevermore."
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loss
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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5ad106b
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And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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80f98b8
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I have been happy, though in a dream. I have been happy-and I love the theme:
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poetry
edgar-allan-poe
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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824a503
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Here I opened wide the door;-- Darkness there, and nothing more.
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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dded763
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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7d83676
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To muse for long unwearied hours with my attention riveted to some frivolous device upon the margin, or in the typography of a book -- to become absorbed for the better part of a summer's day in a quaint shadow falling aslant upon the tapestry, or upon the floor -- to lose myself for an entire night in watching the steady flame of a lamp, or the embers of a fire -- to dream away whole days over the perfume of a flower -- to repeat monotonou..
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monomania
obsession
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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94a3a6b
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I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of golden sand- How few! yet how they creep
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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8f5e43f
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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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73575d0
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I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth.I heard many things in hell.
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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3e9ed83
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Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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06f5f0a
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In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the most profound slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream. Yet in a second afterward, (so frail may that web have been) we remember not that we have dreamed.
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immortality
the-pit-and-the-pendulum
life-after-death
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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bcda3d6
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That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.
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pleasure
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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e31e298
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Yes," I said, "for the love of God!"
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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O, Times! O, Manners! It is my opinion That you are changing sadly your dominion I mean the reign of manners hath long ceased, For men have none at all, or bad at least; And as for times, altho' 'tis said by many The "good old times" were far the worst of any, Of which sound Doctrine I believe each tittle Yet still I think these worst a little. I've been a thinking -isn't that the phrase?- I like your Yankee words and Yankee ways - I've be..
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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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!
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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33f35d7
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THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely, settled --but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed w..
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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9b4e530
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" -- Merely this, and nothing more"
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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87c522e
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I heed not that my earthly lot Hath - little of Earth in it - That years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute: - I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I,
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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bd8e3cc
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No thinking being lives who, at some luminous point of his life of thought, has not felt himself lost amid the surges of futile efforts at understanding, or believing, that anything exists greater than his own soul.
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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0784650
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There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him who, shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a Plunge.
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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1302770
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Ceux qui revent eveilles ont conscience de 1000 choses qui echapent a ceux qui ne revent qu'endormis.
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poe
endormi
rêve
french
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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78308ab
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We have a task before us which must be speedily performed. We know that it will be ruinous to make delay. The most important crisis of our life calls, trumpet-tongued, for immediate energy and action. We glow, we are consumed with eagerness to commence the work, with the anticipation of whose glorious result our whole souls are on fire. It must, it shall be undertaken to-day, and yet we put it off until to-morrow; and why? There is no answe..
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work
perversity
procrastination
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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745ab73
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As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all.
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reason
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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2eec1ee
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In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone?
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Edgar Allan Poe |