Alas! for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow, From love to titled age and crime, And an unholy pillow! From me, and from our misty clime, Where weeps the silver willow!
Edgar Allan PoeIt all depends on the robber's knowledge of the loser's knowledge of the robber. - Daupin
Edgar Allan PoeNot hear it? --yes, I hear it, and have heard it. Long --long --long --many minutes, many hours, many days, have I heard it --yet I dared not --oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am! --I dared not --I dared not speak! We have put her living in the tomb!
Edgar Allan PoeChildren are never too tender to be whipped. Like tough beefsteaks, the more you beat them, the more tender they become.
Edgar Allan Poe