The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe / Including Essays on Poetry

a Palace. POLITI

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y indeed, indeed

these humors

idle fancies t

for now

Not so, B

ly I

litian, it d

e the

dazzar, it d

se for grief, my

! what wouldst

I will shake o

forefathers

mother's mil

e Politian, b

nd me

the field the

nate or t

an Ala

p would follow

p hath followe

what voic

r I hear

ny voice exce

echo of

Then I bu

thy soul to dreams:

me awaits the

mpet-tongued th

ng to imagi

antom

t is a pha

u not hea

r I hear

dst it not!-Baldaz

an, of thy ca

sick, sick, e

and high-sou

Earth! Bear wi

oys together-s

ends-yet shall

ernal City th

entle office

t, benignant,

lve thee of all

thy f

u speakest a

not und

Yet now

d the Hours ar

me are changed

e, Baldazzar

, having wit

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dled within it.

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are floating

liness bedec

lier lustre t

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st not now

Indeed I

t!-listen-now-liste

weetest that

e!-and sorrow

oppresses me

n!-how sole

of hearts! tha

er heard-yet

d it with its

rlier

I myself h

oice, if I mist

ounder lattice-

hrough the win

nto this palac

is undoubte

his Excellen

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rothed of

on an

still!-it

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o leave

loved th

h and wo

hy heart

o leave

y! say

is English, and I

land-never s

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loudly) "Is

o leave

loved th

h and wo

hy heart

o leave

y! say

s hushed and

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r Let us

o down, Ba

is growing late-t

is expected

ails thee, E

y) "Who have lov

h and wo

y heart s

y! say

descend!-'tis tim

to the wind. R

ately savored

. Arouse thee

I do. Lead on! I

d. Believe me

ve the broad la

he face hidden

that veiled

that silen

Let me beg

me-the Duke m

down, I

dly) Say n

strange!-'tis very str

my desires an

hing the

heed thee, and

ncy, by heaven

not descend.

nto the D

t down

our lordshi

ded to. Good-n

night, my frie