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Friday, 20 April 2007

  • Snicket

    "I cannot fully explain this reason for two reasons. The first reason I cannot explain this reason that I made a solemn vow I would never tell anyone this reason. And the sencond reason I cannot explain this reason is that if you learned of this reason--or even the the two reasons I cannot explain this reason--that would be the reason that you would that you would find yourself in danger. Even though I cannot explain this reason for the two reasons I explained, I will try to give you a reasonable explanation, so I will tell you everything I can." The Unauthorized Autobuigraphy

Sunday, 11 February 2007

  • poe

    The Lake
    by Edgar Allan Poe

    In youth's spring, it was my lot
    To haunt of the wide earth a spot
    The which I could not love the less;
    So lovely was the loneliness
    Of a wild lake, with black rock bound.
    And the tall pines that tower'd around.
    But when the night had thrown her pall
    Upon that spot — as upon all,
    And the wind would pass me by
    In its stilly melody,
    My infant spirit would awake
    To the terror of the lone lake.
    Yet that terror was not fright —
    But a tremulous delight,
    And a feeling undefin'd,
    Springing from a darken'd mind.
    Death was in that poison'd wave
    And in its gulf a fitting grave
    For him who thence could solace bring
    To his dark imagining;
    Whose wild'ring thought could even make
    An Eden of that dim lake.

    -The End-

Friday, 24 November 2006

  • Currently Gaming
    Duke Nukem II
    By Apogee
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    The Bells — A Song

              by Edgar Allan Poe 

     The bells! — hear the bells!
        The merry wedding bells!
        The little silver bells!
    How fairy-like a melody there swells
        From the silver tinkling cells
        Of the bells, bells, bells!
            Of the bells!

        The bells! — ah, the bells!
        The heavy iron bells!
        Hear the tolling of the bells!
            Hear the knells!
    How horrible a monody there floats
        From their throats —
        From their deep-toned throats!
    How I shudder at the notes
        From the melancholy throats
        Of the bells, bells, bells —
            Of the bells —


Sunday, 22 October 2006

  • Currently Reading
    Eldest (Inheritance, Book 2)
    By Christopher Paolini
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    Untitled
    by Edgar Allan Poe

    A wilder'd being from my birth
        My spirit spurn'd control,
    But now, abroad on the wide earth,
        Where wand'rest thou my soul?

    In visions of the dark night
        I have dream'd of joy departed —
    But a waking dream of life and light
        Hath left me broken-hearted.

    And what is not a dream by day
        To him whose eyes are cast
    On things around him with a ray
        Turn'd back upon the past?

    That holy dream — that holy dream,
        While all the world were chiding,
    Hath cheer'd me as a lovely beam
        A lonely spirit guiding —

    What tho' that light, thro' misty night
        So dimly shone afar—
    What could there be more purely bright
        In Truth's day — star ?

    -The End-

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