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by Edgar Allan Poe Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll! – a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river; And, Guy de Vere, has thou no tear? – weep now or nevermore! See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore! Come! let theContinue reading “Lenore”