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Deep in earth my love is lyingAnd I must weep alone. -Edgar Allan Poe (1847)

I WAS sick -- sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leav...

It was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of ANNABEL LEE;And this maiden she l...

From childhood's hour I have not beenAs others were I have not seen As others saw I could not bringMy passions from a common spring From the same s...

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly nappin...

I CANNOT, for my soul, remember how, when, or even precisely where, I first became acquainted with the lady Ligeia. Long years have since elapsed, ...