Tuesday, December 31, 2002

To -- -- --. Ulalume: A Ballad Comments

Rating: 3.9

The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere-
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
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fresh avacado 24 April 2018

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bob joey 28 January 2018

VVVmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sand

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 11 September 2016

'She is warmer than Dian: She rolls through an ether of sighs- She revels in a region of sighs: She has seen that the tears are not dry on These cheeks, where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of the Lion, To point us the path to the skies- Quite adorable poem.

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* Sunprincess * 16 September 2015

......an imaginative masterpiece...so mysterious ★

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Matej Krevs 14 June 2009

You can view my reading of the begening of this poem on you tube, simply write Matej Krevs and there it is. (the interesting part is (maybe) that i am from Slovenia, so i have an east european accent :)

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