Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe 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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If a man deceives me once, shame on him; if he deceives me twice, shame on me.
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And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
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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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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
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With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
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False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
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The true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.
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Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.
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If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
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There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.”
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I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.
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Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.
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The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.
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The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.
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That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.
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