Nemo impune me lacessit!!
Edgar Allan PoeMots clés kindlehighlight
Every moment of the night
Forever changing places
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces
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.
Edgar Allan PoeMots clés intelligence greatness insanity sanity
e minha alma dessa sombra que no chão há mais e mais, libertar-se-á... Nunca mais.
Edgar Allan PoeScience has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
Edgar Allan PoeDeep in earth my love is lying
And I must weep alone.
Mots clés sorrow crying bereavement
Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.
Edgar Allan PoeThe rain came down upon my head - Unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind.
Edgar Allan PoeAnd now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revelers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
Edgar Allan PoeI felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
Edgar Allan PoeMots clés melancholy
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