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  • Artist Info: Lenore by Edgar Allen Poe<br />
    Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!<br />
    Let the bell toll! -a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river -<br />
    And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear? -weep now or never more!<br />
    See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!<br />
    Come! let the burial rite be read -the funeral song be sung! -<br />
    An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young -<br />
    A dirge for her, the doubly dead in that she died so young.<br />
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    "Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,<br />
    And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her -that she died!<br />
    How shall the ritual, then, be read? -the requiem how be sung<br />
    By you -by yours, the evil eye, -by yours, the slanderous tongue<br />
    That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?"<br />
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    Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song<br />
    Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong!<br />
    The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,<br />
    Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride -<br />
    For her, the fair and debonnaire, that now so lowly lies,<br />
    The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes -<br />
    The life still there, upon her hair -the death upon her eyes.<br />
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    Avaunt! tonight my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,<br />
    But waft the angel on her flight with a paean of old days!<br />
    Let no bell toll! -lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,<br />
    Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damned Earth.<br />
    To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven -<br />
    From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven -<br />
    From grief and groan to a golden throne beside the King of Heaven."
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