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A lie travels round the world while truth is putting her boots on.
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Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.
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It is the curse of a certain order of mind, that it can never rest satisfied with the consciousness of its ability to do a thing.Still less is it content with doing it. It must both know and show how it was done.
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A poem in my opinion, is opposed to a work of science by having for its immediate object, pleasure, not truth.
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Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces...
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In spite of the air of fablethe public were still not at all disposed to receive it as fable. I thence concluded that the facts of my narrative would prove of such a nature as to carry with them sufficient evidence of their own authenticity.
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It may be roundly asserted that human ingenuity cannot concoct a cipher which human ingenuity cannot resolve.
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Yes," I said, "for the love of God!
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Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.
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In for ever knowing, we are for ever blessed; but to know all were the curse of a fiend...
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I might refer at once, if necessary, to a hundred well authenticated instances. One of very remarkable character, and of which the circumstances may be fresh in the memory of some of my readers, occurred, not very long ago, in the neighboring city of Baltimore, where it occasioned a painful, intense, and widely extended excitement.
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And all I loved, I loved alone.
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In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past? That holy dream- that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star?
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False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
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Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.
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I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
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If you are ever drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations.
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Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man.
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Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.
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It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee;-- And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.