The past is a pebble in my shoe.
EDGAR ALLAN POEPoetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
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The past is a pebble in my shoe.
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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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Even with 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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Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
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Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
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We loved with a love that was more than love.
EDGAR ALLAN POEWe loved with a love that was more than love.
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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A man’s grammar, like Caesar’s wife, should not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.
EDGAR ALLAN POEA man’s grammar, like Caesar’s wife, should not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.
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The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.
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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 awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.
EDGAR ALLAN POEFrom childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.
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Invisible things are the only realities.
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Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
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Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
EDGAR ALLAN POESleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
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I have great faith in fools – self-confidence my friends will call it.
EDGAR ALLAN POEI have great faith in fools – self-confidence my friends will call it.
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If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
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