A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
EDGAR ALLAN POELeave my loneliness unbroken.
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Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
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Lord, help my poor soul.
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To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
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I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
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There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.
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Even in the grave, all is not lost.
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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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Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
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Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.
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When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket.
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I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect – in terror.
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A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.
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The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
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To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
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