Edgar Allan Poe
Last Lines
New! And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.
And laugh -- but smile no more.
But waft the angel on her flight with a Paean of old days!
Clothing us in a robe of more than glory.
From childhood's hour I have not been
New! From this ultimate dim Thule.
His spirit is communing with an angel's.
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
New! In race requiescat.
New! In the tangles of Love's very hair?
It was the dead who groaned within!
Just o'er that one bright island smile.
No foot of man), commend thyself to God!
Of the dear names that lie concealed within 't.
Perennial tears descend in gems.
Than that colder, lowly light.
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
New! The Inquisition was in the hands of its enemies.
The summer dream beneath the tamarind-tree?
The world all love before thee.
This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
New! To where the prospect terminates -- thee only.
Unless it trembled with the strings.
Venuses, unextinguished by the sun.
New! Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown.
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.
With sweet hopes of thee and thine!
You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do.
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