It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve.
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In the visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken hearted.
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The ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.
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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
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Some things are so completely ludicrous that a man must laugh or die. To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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It was night and the rain fell; and, falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood. And I stood in the morass among the tall lillies, and the rain fell upon my head - and the lillies sighed one unto the other in the solemnity of their desolation.
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'Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream by night.
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All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream
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I woke, she fled, and day brought back my night.
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Sleep... Those slices of death.... How I loathe them.
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My heart to joy at the same tone; and all I loved, I loved alone.
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream
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