Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them... Edgar A. Poe: A Biography: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance - 402. oldal szerző: Kenneth Silverman - 1992 - 592 oldal Korlátozott előnézet -
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