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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373684" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not long ago, the writer of these lines,<br> In the mad pride of intellectuality,<br> Maintained &quot;the power of words&quot;- denied that ever<br> A thought arose within the human brain<br> Beyond the utterance of the human tongue:<br> And now, as if in mockery of that boast,<br> Two words- two foreign soft dissyllables-<br> Italian tones, made only to be murmured<br> By angels dreaming in the moonlit &quot;dew<br> That hangs like chains of pearl on Hermon hill,&quot;<br> Have stirred from out the abysses of his heart,<br> Unthought-like thoughts that are the souls of thought,<br> Richer, far wilder, far diviner visions<br> Than even seraph harper, Israfel,<br> (Who has &quot;the sweetest voice of all God's creatures,&quot;)<br> Could hope to utter. And I! my spells are broken.<br> The pen falls powerless from my shivering hand.<br> With thy dear name as text, though bidden by thee,<br> I cannot write- I cannot speak or think-<br> Alas, I cannot feel; for 'tis not feeling,<br> This standing motionless upon the golden<br> Threshold of the wide-open gate of dreams.<br> Gazing, entranced, adown the gorgeous vista,<br> And thrilling as I see, upon the right,<br> Upon the left, and all the way along,<br> Amid empurpled vapors, far away<br> To where the prospect terminates- thee only.</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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 Maintained &quot;the power of words&quot;- denied that ever
 A thought arose within the human brain
 Beyond the utterance of the human tongue:
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