Edgar Allan Poe (19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)
lizabeth it is in vain you say
ove not' — thou sayest it in so sweet a way:
n vain those words from thee or L. E. L.
antippe's talents had enforced so well:
h! if that language from thy heart arise,
reathe it less gently forth — and veil thine eyes.
ndymion, recollect, when Luna tried
o cure his love — was cured of all beside —
is folly — pride — and passion — for he died.
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