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Lenore | Poems by Edgar Allan Poe · Ririro.com - Poetry

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  Speaker 1: Ah broken is the golden bowl. The spirit flown forever.
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  Speaker 1: Let the bell toll. A saintly soul floats on the
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  Speaker 1: Stygian river, and geed of there, Hast thou no tear
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  Speaker 1: weep now or nevermore. See on yon drear and rigid beer,
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  Speaker 1: low lies thy love, Lenore. Come, Let the burial right
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  Speaker 1: be read, the funeral song be sung, an anthem for
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  Speaker 1: the queenliest dead that ever died so young, a dirge
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  Speaker 1: for her, the doubly dead, in that she died so young, wretches.
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  Speaker 1: Ye loved her for her wealth, and hated her for
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  Speaker 1: her pride, And when she fell in the feeble health,
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  Speaker 1: ye blessed her that she died. Thou shall the ritual
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  Speaker 1: then be read. The requiem how be sung by you,
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  Speaker 1: by yours, the evil eye, by yours, the slenderest tongue
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  Speaker 1: that did to death the innocent that died and died
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  Speaker 1: so young, peck of vemus. But rave not thus, and
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  Speaker 1: let a Sabbath song go up to God, so solemnly
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  Speaker 1: the dead may feel so wrong. The sweet Leanor hath
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  Speaker 1: gone before with hope that flew beside, leaving thee wild
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  Speaker 1: for the dear child that should have been thy bride,
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  Speaker 1: for her, the fair and debonair that now so lowly
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  Speaker 1: lies the life upon her yellow hair, but not within
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  Speaker 1: her eyes, the life still there upon her hair, the
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  Speaker 1: death upon her eyes. Of ours tonight, my heart is light.
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  Speaker 1: No dirge will I upraise. But why the angel, on
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  Speaker 1: her flight with a paean of old days, let no
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  Speaker 1: bell toe, lest her sweet soul amid its hallowed mirth
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  Speaker 1: should catch the note, as it doth float up from
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  Speaker 1: the damned earth to friends above, from fiends below. The
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  Speaker 1: indignant ghost is riven from hell onto a high estate,
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  Speaker 1: far up within the heaven, from grief, and grown to
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  Speaker 1: a golden throne beside the King of Heaven.