Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
EDGAR ALLAN POEI remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
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I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.
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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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We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.
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I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.
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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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I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
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In efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it.
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I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
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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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Yet mad I am not and very surely do I not dream.
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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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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
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There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
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