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02-02-24
13:53
Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
"On! on!"- but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!
For, alas! alas! me
The light of Life is o'er!
"No more- no more- no more-"
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar!
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
Τo one to paradise.
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
"On! on!"- but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!
For, alas! alas! me
The light of Life is o'er!
"No more- no more- no more-"
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar!
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
Τo one to paradise.
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18-01-24
20:03
Deep into that darkness peering, long
I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting,
dreaming dreams no mortal
ever dared to dream before.
I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting,
dreaming dreams no mortal
ever dared to dream before.
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21-09-23
22:50
“When from your gems of thought I turn
To those pure orbs, your heart to learn,
I scarce know which to prize most high —
The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye.…”
“Impromptu” by Edgar Allan Poe. 1845
To those pure orbs, your heart to learn,
I scarce know which to prize most high —
The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye.…”
“Impromptu” by Edgar Allan Poe. 1845
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15-09-23
14:32
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awak’ning, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow.
’Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it be — that dream eternally
Continuing — as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood — should it thus be giv’n
’Twere folly still to hope for higher Heav’n.
For I have revell’d when the sun was bright
In the summer sky, in dreams of living light.
And loveliness, — have left my very heart
In climes of my imaginings apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought — what more could I have seen?
’Twas once — and only once — and the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not pass — some pow’r
Or spell had bound me — ’twas the chilly wind
Came o’er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit — or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly — or the stars — howe’er it was
That dream was as that night-wind — let it pass.
I have been happy, tho’ in a dream.
I have been happy — and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love — and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
“Dreams” by Edgar Allan Poe 1827
My spirit not awak’ning, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow.
’Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it be — that dream eternally
Continuing — as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood — should it thus be giv’n
’Twere folly still to hope for higher Heav’n.
For I have revell’d when the sun was bright
In the summer sky, in dreams of living light.
And loveliness, — have left my very heart
In climes of my imaginings apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought — what more could I have seen?
’Twas once — and only once — and the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not pass — some pow’r
Or spell had bound me — ’twas the chilly wind
Came o’er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit — or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly — or the stars — howe’er it was
That dream was as that night-wind — let it pass.
I have been happy, tho’ in a dream.
I have been happy — and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love — and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
“Dreams” by Edgar Allan Poe 1827
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12-09-23
15:33
“Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of earth is multiform. Overreaching the wide horizon like the rainbow, its hues are as various as the hues of that arch, as distinct too, yet as intimately blended…”
“Berenice” by Edgar Allan Poe 1835
“Berenice” by Edgar Allan Poe 1835
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02-09-23
02:51
ROMANCE who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been — a most familiar bird —
Taught me my alphabet to say —
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie
A child — with a most knowing eye.
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been — a most familiar bird —
Taught me my alphabet to say —
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie
A child — with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very air on high
With tumult, as they thunder by,
I hardly have had time for cares
Thro’ gazing on th’ unquiet sky!
And, when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings —
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away — forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Did it not tremble with the strings!
Romance by Edgar Allan Poe.(1829)
So shake the very air on high
With tumult, as they thunder by,
I hardly have had time for cares
Thro’ gazing on th’ unquiet sky!
And, when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings —
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away — forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Did it not tremble with the strings!
Romance by Edgar Allan Poe.(1829)
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17-06-23
14:40
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting,
dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Edgar Allan Poe
wondering, fearing, doubting,
dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Edgar Allan Poe
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12-05-23
16:57
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
― Edgar Allan Poe
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
― Edgar Allan Poe
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14-04-23
16:55
I have been happy—and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love—and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
― Edgar Allan Poe
Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love—and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
― Edgar Allan Poe
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13-04-23
14:05
“Of which those butterflies
Of Earth, who seek the skies,
And so come down again
(Never-contented things!)”
― Edgar Allan Poe
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28-03-23
16:23
“I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.”
Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe
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28-01-23
14:59
A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride -
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen,
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision of my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought I then did cherish
Of interminable pride -
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen,
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision of my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought I then did cherish
Imitation
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21-01-23
12:34
«Η πτώση του Οίκου των Άσερ»
– σε αφήγηση του Νίκου Χατζόπουλου
https://www.openbook.gr/i-ptosi-toy-oikoy-ton-aser/
– σε αφήγηση του Νίκου Χατζόπουλου
https://www.openbook.gr/i-ptosi-toy-oikoy-ton-aser/
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19-01-23
14:58
Sonnet- Silence
There are some qualities- some incorporate things,
That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs
From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.
There is a two-fold Silence- sea and shore-
Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,
Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces,
Some human memories and tearful lore,
Render him terrorless: his name's "No More."
He is the corporate Silence: dread him not!
No power hath he of evil in himself;
But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)
Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,
That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod
No foot of man,) commend thyself to God!
There are some qualities- some incorporate things,
That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs
From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.
There is a two-fold Silence- sea and shore-
Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,
Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces,
Some human memories and tearful lore,
Render him terrorless: his name's "No More."
He is the corporate Silence: dread him not!
No power hath he of evil in himself;
But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)
Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,
That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod
No foot of man,) commend thyself to God!
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30-12-22
14:36
Σιωπή, λοιπόν, άκρα φτερού κι εγώ σώπασα μάλλον παρά ψιθύρισα: «Πολλοί πέρασαν φίλοι απ’ την ζωή μου. Πέρασαν, χάθηκαν.
Κι αυτό έτσι θα φύγει το πρωί. Θα φύγει όπως έφυγαν οι ελπίδες μου· σαν τα πουλιά!»
Κι αυτό ξανάπε: «Ποτέ πια».
Edgar Allan Poe
Κι αυτό έτσι θα φύγει το πρωί. Θα φύγει όπως έφυγαν οι ελπίδες μου· σαν τα πουλιά!»
Κι αυτό ξανάπε: «Ποτέ πια».
Edgar Allan Poe
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20-12-22
13:38
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
Edgar Allan Poe
The Penguin Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe;
from ‘The Raven’
Edgar Allan Poe
The Penguin Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe;
from ‘The Raven’
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27-10-22
15:36
Edgar Allan Poe
From Annabel Lee
From Annabel Lee
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12-03-22
10:44
"Δεν έπρεπε μονάχα να τιμωρήσω, αλλά να τιμωρήσω ατιμωρητί: ένα άδικο δεν επανορθώνεται όταν εκείνος που το επανορθώνει βρίσκει τον μπελά του.
Επίσης δεν επανορθώνεται αν ο εκδικητής δεν δώσει σ' εκείνον που έκανε το άδικο να καταλάβει ότι είναι ο εκδικητής."
Edgar Allan Poe
'Το Βαρέλι του Αμοντιλιάδο'
Επίσης δεν επανορθώνεται αν ο εκδικητής δεν δώσει σ' εκείνον που έκανε το άδικο να καταλάβει ότι είναι ο εκδικητής."
Edgar Allan Poe
'Το Βαρέλι του Αμοντιλιάδο'
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28-01-22
14:08
"Δεν ξέρω ποια ήταν η αιτία, ωστόσο με την πρώτη ματιά που έριξα στο κτίριο ένας αβάσταχτος ζόφος πλημμύρισε την ψυχή μου. Λέω 'αβάσταχτος', γιατί αυτό που ένοιωσα δεν το ξαλάφρωνε ούτε καν η κάποια συγκίνηση που προκαλεί με την ποίησή του ακόμα και το πιο έρημο και απαίσιο τοπίο."
Edgar Allan Poe 'Η Πτώση του Οίκου των Ώσερ'
Edgar Allan Poe 'Η Πτώση του Οίκου των Ώσερ'
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27-01-22
14:05
"Και τώρα, λοιπόν, κατάλαβαν την παρουσία του Κόκκινου Θανάτου. Είχε έρθει σαν κλέφτης, μες στη νύχτα. Κι ο ένας μετά τον άλλον έπεσαν οι γλεντοκόποι μες στις ματοβαμμένες αίθουσες του γλεντιού τους, και πέθαναν, ο καθένας στην απεγνωσμένη στάση που έπεσε. Και η ζωή του εβένινου ρολογιού έσβησε μαζί με τη ζωή του τελευταίου αυλικού. Το σκότος, η σήψη και ο Κόκκινος Θάνατος κυριάρχησαν παντού, για πάντα."
Edgar Allan Poe 'Η Μάσκα του Κόκκινου Θανάτου' (1845)
Edgar Allan Poe 'Η Μάσκα του Κόκκινου Θανάτου' (1845)
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21-01-22
13:39
"Ο τοίχος γκρεμίστηκε μεμιάς. Το πτώμα, ήδη σε προχωρημένη αποσύνθεση, γεμάτο πηγμένα αίματα, στεκόταν στημένο όρθιο μπροστά μας. Πάνω στο κεφάλι του, με κατακόκκινο ορθάνοιχτο στόμα κι ένα μοναχικό έμπυρο μάτι, καθότανε το τρομερό ζώο που η πανουργία του με έκανε φονιά και η κατήγορη φωνή του μ' έστειλε στον δήμιο."
Edgar Allan Poe
Ο Μαύρος Γάτος
Edgar Allan Poe
Ο Μαύρος Γάτος
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05-01-22
07:15
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”
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03-01-22
19:24
Είχα ακούσει ότι μονάχα η μυστηριώδης Ανατολή εξακολουθούσε ακόμα να ενδιαφέρεται για τα προβλήματα της μετά θάνατον ζωής. Η περιουσία μου μού επέτρεπε να ικανοποιήσω κάθε είδους ιδιοτροπία μου. Άφησα, λοιπόν, στη μέση τις πανεπιστημιακές μου σπουδές, εγκατέλειψα την οικογένειά μου και τους φίλους μου, μπήκα σ' ένα καράβι και άρχισα να
περιφέρομαι, σαν κολασμένος, από την Αίγυπτο στη Συρία και από την Αραβία στην Ισπανία - στην Ισπανία των Μαυριτανών.
απόσπασμα από το διήγημα: «Ο άνθρωπος που σκότωσε τον εαυτό του»
περιφέρομαι, σαν κολασμένος, από την Αίγυπτο στη Συρία και από την Αραβία στην Ισπανία - στην Ισπανία των Μαυριτανών.
απόσπασμα από το διήγημα: «Ο άνθρωπος που σκότωσε τον εαυτό του»
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28-12-21
11:54
Έντγκαρ Άλαν Πόε // Το κοράκι
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