Essays, Experiments & Gallows - Page 5 of 14

Tamerlane (By Edgar Allan Poe)

The rain came down upon my headUnshelter’d-and the heavy windRendered me mad and deaf and blind.It was but man, I

You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of

I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit

It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must

I was, And I am. So shall I be to the end of time, For I am without end. I

I loved you, and I probably still do,And for a while the feeling may remain…But let my love no longer

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked