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 ownhear 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
