We loved with a love that was more than love.
EDGAR ALLAN POEEither the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been.
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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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That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.
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There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
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The believer is happy. The doubter is wise.
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I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.
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I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane.
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The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.
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I have great faith in fools – self-confidence my friends will call it.
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Leave my loneliness unbroken.
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
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Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
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I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
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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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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
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