Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
EDGAR ALLAN POEEven for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.
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Deep in earth my love is lying and I must weep alone.
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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
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Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
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I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect – in terror.
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We loved with a love that was more than love.
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I have great faith in fools – self-confidence my friends will call it.
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A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
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There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.
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Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.
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I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
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Lord, help my poor soul.
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The best things in life make you sweaty.
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In efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it.
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With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
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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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