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Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms no man can discover
For the dews that drip all over,
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore,
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters—lone and dead,—
Their still waters—still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.

The System of Dr Tarr and Prof Fether: Believe nothing you hear, and only oned half that you see.

William Wilson: Death approaches; and the shadow which foreruns him has thrown a softening influence over my spirit. I long, in passing through the dim valley, for the sympathy -- I nearly said for the pity -- of my fellow men. I would fain have them believe that I have been, in some measure, the slave of circumstances beyond human control.

Ligeia: I had become a bounden slave in the trammels of opium, and my labors and my orders had taken a coloring from my dreams.