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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373659" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lenore</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!<br> Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;<br> And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?- weep now or nevermore!<br> See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!<br> Come! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung!-<br> An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young-<br> A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,<br> And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!<br> How shall the ritual, then, be read?- the requiem how be sung<br> By you- by yours, the evil eye,- by yours, the slanderous tongue<br> That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song<br> Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong.<br> The sweet Lenore hath &quot;gone before,&quot; with Hope, that flew beside,<br> Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy<br> bride.<br> For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,<br> The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes<br> The life still there, upon her hair- the death upon her eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Avaunt! avaunt! from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven-<br> From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven-<br> From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of<br> Heaven!<br> Let no bell toll, then,- lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth,<br> Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth!<br> And I!- to-night my heart is light!- no dirge will I upraise,<br> But waft the angel on her flight with a Paean of old days!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Allan+Poe">Edgar Allan Poe</a><div class=q>
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