ALONE
By Edgar Allen Poe
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ‘round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—
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Welcome to The grey clover. My name is Mayowa. I'm a physiotherapy student. I am also a lover of Literature, Arts, Science and technology. I have several interests which includes writing poetry, photography, fashion designing and there are still much more things I hope to learn. Thanks for stopping by!
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Brought back memories of my school days. His William Wilson is probably my favourite short story…
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I started reading his works in high school too. William Wilson was a good one, though I read more of his poems than short stories
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He’s a very interesting writer. I like Annabel Lee.
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Yes, he is. I did a poetry reading video on Annabelle Lee some time ago, one of my favourites too.
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👍I remember Kelsey Grammer was preparing to do a recital in an episode of Frasier….
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That’s nice. I didn’t watch much of the Frasier though
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