The Oval Portrait
It was almost impossible to believe that she was just paint , that she wasn't alive.
The Raven (1845)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing
"I watched our young years flying away on the silent wings of time..."
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I watched our young years flying away on the silent wings of time.
I never loved Bernice, even during the brightest days of her beauty. My loves have always been in the world of the mind.
Bernice was a Bernice in a dream. I never thought of her as someone real. Bernice was the idea of Bernice. She was something to think about, not someone to love.
Those hours of the night were like a page of strange writing that I could not understand.
I mean, the life in the world outside these walls, began to seem like a dream to me. The wild ideas, the dreams inside my head became my real world and then my whole life.
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napim tabiatim böyle:)
"From my infancy I was noted for the docility and humanity of my disposition."
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biz de bazen yapıyoruz bunu, unutuyoruz kendimizi :)
"Although the Pagan fables are not believed, yet we forvet ourselves continually, and make inferences from them as existing realities."
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