The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
EDGAR ALLAN POEAh, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
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Yet mad I am not and very surely do I not dream.
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I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.
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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 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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Lord, help my poor soul.
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From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.
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Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
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There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.
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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
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We loved with a love that was more than love.
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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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In efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it.
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Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
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