Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849)
"...You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream."
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream."
A Dream Within a Dream (1849)
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Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
"This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!"
That never wrote to me,
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!"
This Is My Letter to the World
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Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 – 1894)
"I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more thank I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
..."
And what can be the use of him is more thank I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
..."
My Shadow
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