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I dwelt alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.
Ah, less- less bright
The stars of the night
Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
That the vapor can make
With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,
Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl-
Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless
curl.
Now Doubt- now Pain
Come never again,
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,
And all day long
Shines, bright and strong,
Astarte within the sky,
While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye-
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.
Edgar Allan Poe
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Deborah Marchand
(6/19/2006 6:55:00 AM) |
I found the poem because of my fascination with the character Eulalie in Alfred Silver's novel 'Three Hills Home' which she is equally or even more beautiful than Poe's Eulalie. The novel is fictional, but historically correct about the deportation of the Acadians in 1755 A definite must read!
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karma47 EKPS
(4/24/2005 8:10:00 AM) |
rhythm, rhythm, rhythm!
i bow to your enormous rhythm! ! !
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