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Pervenientes usque ad mortem.
Edgar Allan PoeŞiir
“And I turn’d away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heav’n at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.”
Reklam
Edgar Allan PoeŞiir
“She tenderly kissed me,
She fondly caressed,
And then I fell gently
To sleep on her breast-
Deeply to sleep
From the heaven of her breast.
When the light was extinguished,
She covered me warm,
And she prayed to the angels
To keep me from harm-
To the queen of the angels
To shield me from harm.”
Edgar Allan PoeŞiir
beloved! amid the earnest woes
that crowd around my earthly path-
(drear path, alas! where grows
not even one lonely rose)-
my soul at least a solace hath
in dreams of thee, and therein knows
an eden of bland repose.
Rilke
“Comfort me from wherever you are–alone, we are quickly worn out; if I place my head on the road, let it seem softened by you. Could it be that even from afar we offer each other a gentle breath?”