Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
EDGAR ALLAN POEWe loved with a love that was more than love.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.
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Lord, help my poor soul.
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Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
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If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
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It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.
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A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
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False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
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If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
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I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.
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All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
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We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.
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With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
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There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.
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