The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
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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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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False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
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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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The ninety and nine are with dreams, content, but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.
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Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
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Yet mad I am not and very surely do I not dream.
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The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.
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Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
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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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To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
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A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
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Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.
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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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