It is more than probable that I am not understood; but I fear, indeed, that it is in no manner possible to convey to the mind of the merely general reader, an adequate idea of that nervous intensity of interest with which, in my case, the powers of meditation (not to speak technically) busied and buried themselves, in the contemplation of even the most ordinary objects of the universe. Originally posted 2011-07-22 19:39:12. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Read MoreScience has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence. Originally posted 2011-07-23 14:56:21. Republished by Blog Post...
Read MoreFor the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea Originally posted 2011-07-23 12:17:22. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Read MoreThe angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. Originally posted 2011-07-22 10:44:50. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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