The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
EDGAR ALLAN POESleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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Deep in earth my love is lying and I must weep alone.
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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?
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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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I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
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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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Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded.
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That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.
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Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
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Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.
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We loved with a love that was more than love.
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The true genius shudders at incompleteness – imperfection – and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said.
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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
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And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
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Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
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Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
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