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Hear the sledges with the bells,
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night,
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the Heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
From the jingling and the tingling of the bells.
Topic: Bells
Source: The Bells (st. 1)
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Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten golden notes,
And all in tune
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens while she gloats
On the moon!
Topic: Bells
Source: The Bells (st. 2)
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Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly
shore,--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!"
Topic: Birds
Source: The Raven (st. 8)
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I have great faith in fools--self-confidence my friends call it.
Topic: Confidence
Source: None
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All that you see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. -Edgar Allan Poe.
Topic: Dreams
Source: None
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Topic: Insanity
Source: None
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On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Topic: Italy
Source: Helen
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Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
Topic: Melancholy
Source: None
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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 bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Topic: Melancholy
Source: None
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Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
Topic: Miscellaneous
Source: None
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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 bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Topic: Miscellaneous
Source: None
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The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
Topic: Mob
Source: None
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With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
Topic: Poetry
Source: None
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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
Topic: Poetry
Source: None
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And still the Raven, never flitting,
Still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas
Just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming
Of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming
Throws his shadow on the floor,
And my soul from out that shadow,
That lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted--nevermore.
Topic: Ravens
Source: The Raven (st. 18)
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Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly
shore,--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!"
Topic: Ravens
Source: The Raven (st. 8)
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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 bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Topic: Religion / Beliefs
Source: None
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Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
Topic: Religion / Beliefs
Source: None
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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Topic: Sensitivity
Source: None
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The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
Topic: Sound
Source: Al Aaraaf (pt. II, l. 124)
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