For Annie Edgar Allan Poe

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​of “my Annie” — she tells me ​

​me — before the words ​

​world! It is not ​only within the ​, ​which she speaks ​inmost heart? Think — oh think for ​in this dreary ​be called saving) saved me — but it is ​websites: ​me, are those in ​pictures touch your ​can there be ​at hand, who aided & (if it can ​Information obtained from ​words which soothe ​— ah darling — do not these ​thought, what other consideration ​which succeeded — A friend was ​- Works - Letters - Poe to A. L. Richmond (LTR286/RCL737)​— but the sole ​us & love us both ​all? Beyond this blissful ​over, my darling Sister, the awful horrors ​Society of Baltimore ​to comfort me ​would be with ​love me? Is not this ​never put in. Let me pass ​[S:0 - MS, 18xx] - Edgar Allan Poe ​who is endeavoring ​— regularly & our dear mother ​love you Annie? do you not ​entirely gone, & the letter was ​∞∞∞∞∞∞∞​my dear muddle ​from you continually ​& for yourself — do I not ​my reason was ​None.​home now with ​— I would hear ​honor? — Ah beloved, think — think for me ​the Post Office ​Notes:​— I am at ​day, & you often — oh VERY often ​now retract with ​the laudanum, for, before I reached ​∞∞∞∞∞∞∞​not bear it ​beloved family every ​if I persist, & yet, how can I ​the strength of ​Eddy —​that you could ​some of your ​I must die ​not calculated on ​forever your own​hear you say ​— I could see ​hope! — is there none? — I feel that ​— But I had ​mad — Farewell — here & hereafter —​me supreme — infinite bliss to ​my wildest hopes ​so strong? — is there no ​her sacred promise ​my life or, drive me hopelessly ​I am another's? It would give ​a Paradise beyond ​to speak — Ah Annie Annie! my Annie! — is your heart ​Annie would keep ​this fearful agitation, which if continued, will either destroy ​with me — Can you, my Annie, bear to think ​so much — Annie! it would be ​you urged me ​moment, that my own ​one little week? — until I subdue ​you, to be sincere ​day & night, and with industry, I could accomplish ​her, & spoke, for your sake, the words which ​doubt for one ​to come — if only for ​love I bear ​— I would labor ​Providence — Here I saw ​you — for, I did not ​POSSIBLE for you ​of the holy ​which I loathe ​go back to ​until I saw ​— oh my pure, virtuous, generous, beautiful, beautiful sister Annie! — is it not ​— in the name ​— from the ambition ​was suffered to ​take the rest ​upon my forehead ​name of God ​the tumult[s] of the world ​observer, sane — so that I ​Post-Office — intending not to ​feel your sweet, gentle, loving hand pressed ​you in the ​far away from ​the stomach, I became calm, & to a casual ​& hurried to the ​I CANNOT live, unless I can ​thinking — I call upon ​— I should be ​was rejected from ​half the laudnum ​body and mind, that I feel ​must be no ​— so very humble ​interval — It appears that, after the laudanum ​letter, I swallowed about ​ill — so terribly, hopelessly ILL in ​goes by, beyond which there ​at Westford — oh so small ​in that dreary ​Boston — Having written this ​POSSIBLE? I am so ​between us — before the time ​a small cottage ​remember what occurred ​be found in ​Fordham — ah beloved Annie, IS IT NOT ​another terrible bar ​— my mother & myself would take ​been able to ​where I should ​come on to ​spoken, which put yet ​ask, sweet sister Annie ​that I have ​— mentioning the place ​written you, begging you to ​— the vows are ​much that I ​last three days ​my bet of ​that she has ​to come then ​holy promise, which was the ​even for your ​— how my soul ​madly, so distractedly love ​back to Boston. When I arrived, I wrote you ​not do — the demon tormented ​despair — When the day ​until I found ​heart, I said to ​even then, & that I was ​— of a dreadful ​agony of grief ​explain to you ​sister Annie, my pure beautiful ​measure, the fervor with ​love you, as no man ​this, Annie — you do believe ​— I would willingly ​the one word, love — To be with ​wish to say ​write, might sink into ​into the clear ​not with you ​imagine every other ​moment, & this thought has ​know that you ​have heard nothing ​about your Eddy ​to me on ​you of that ​said — and that not ​I could bear ​— to you — my Annie, whom I so ​my Hotel, took the cars ​in the cold, keen air — but all would ​long, long, hideous night of ​distinctly, from that moment ​you to my ​death approached me ​expressions of gloom ​you? You saw, you felt the ​Heavens — how shall I ​me absolutely wretched. But oh, my darling, my Annie, my own sweet ​comprehend in some ​you know I ​of another: — but you believe ​divine emotion[s], which agitate me ​instant, is included in ​would say — And yet Annie, all that I ​now can only ​hand in mine, & look deep down ​to yours. Why am I ​that you should ​you, to doubt that, even for one ​still lived & loved you. But Annie I ​terrible fortnight, in which you ​Ah, Annie Annie! my Annie! what cruel thoughts ​parting — the promise that, under all circumstances, you would come ​them. I then reminded ​were to be ​were more than ​heart to you ​laudnum & without returning to ​a rapid walk ​bed & wept through a ​in Heaven” — I remember nothing ​before him — As I clasped ​to me that ​— You remember my ​since I left ​hereafter & forever in the ​can ever render ​I think you ​I think that ​all my hopes ​your ear the ​express at this ​is that I ​words which I ​by your side, press your dear ​had been untrue ​— I could bear ​my love for ​say that I ​during the last ​Fordham Nov. 16th 1848 —​from you in ​myself to say ​the words which ​how my struggles ​opened my whole ​two ounces of ​my mind by ​— I went to ​the last time, until we meet ​shadow which went ​ill — Indeed — indeed it seemed ​bade you farewell ​has tortured me ​soul — to be mine ​you, so long, no worldly trouble ​— so long as ​it — So long as ​this world with ​might whisper in ​soul pines to ​comprehend what it ​eyes — so that the ​I might sit ​one — that my soul ​my bitter sorrow ​the nature of ​little word to ​torturing your heart ​∞∞∞∞∞∞∞​death — I implored you ​last I exacted ​dear sake, could I bring ​revolted from saying ​— I told you ​a letter, in which I ​me still. Finally I procured ​broke, I arose & endeavored to quiet ​myself in Providence ​myself — “it is for ​involved in the ​horrible foreboding of ​with which I ​the bitter, bitter anguish which ​angel — wife of my ​which I adore ​ever loved woman ​

​it, & will always believe ​
​— oh joyfully abandon ​

​you now — so that I ​

​— all that my ​

​your heart, and make you ​

​Heaven of your ​

​now darling that ​evil except that ​comforted me in ​



​felt too deeply ​from me — not even one ​
​must have been ​
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