Intimations of Immortality by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,       The earth, and every common sight,                          To me did seem                      Apparelled in celestial light,            The glory and the freshness of a dream.It is not now as it hath been of yore;—                      Turn wheresoe’er I may,                          By night or day.The things which Lire la suite…

The Tell Tale Heart

Edgar Allan Poe True!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses—not destroyed—not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I Lire la suite…

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