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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."
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"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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They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their grey visions they obtain glimpses of eternity . . .
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"I have no faith in human perfectability. 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."
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"There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit; but the case of song-writing is, I think, one of the few."
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