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Featured Selections
Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan PoeIt 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.
Well, read my cheek, and watch my eye,
Too strictly schooled are they
One secret of my soul to show,
One hidden thought betray.
An old man sits beside a wall,
Where grow two hollyhocks -- one tall
And flowerless, one bright and small.
His hair is full of silver streaks,
The tears are running down his cheeks,
And his lip trembles as he speaks.
So sick of dreams! the dreams, that stain
The aisle, along which life must pass,
With hues of mystic colored glass,
That fills the windows of the brain.
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
I hold it true that thoughts are things
Endowed with bodies, breath, and wings,
And that we send them forth to fill
The world with good results - or ill.
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst, that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine:
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
It is a gem which hath the power to show
If plighted lovers keep their vow or no:
If faithful, it is like the leaves of spring;
If faithless, like those leaves when withering.
Do you know the Old Man of the Sea, of the Sea?
Have you met with that dreadful old man?
If you haven't been caught, you will be, you will be
For catch you he must and he can.
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and vallies, dales and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
O, why do I hold thee, my fair, only rose,
My bright little treasure -- so dear;
And love thee a thousand times better than those,
In thousands, that lately were here?
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