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“No murmur arose from its bed, and so gently it wandered along, that the pearly pebbles upon which we loved to gaze, far down within its bosom, stirred not at all, but lay in a motionless content, each in its own old station, shining on gloriously forever.”

Quote by Edgar Allan Poe

Work

Tales and Poems

This title denotes a literary anthology format in which prose tales appear together with poems, a common publishing arrangement across various periods and regions. Such collections typically allow readers to encounter different modes of writing—narrative and lyrical—within one book, though the specific contents, arrangement, and editorial principles vary considerably depending on the particular edition. The format has been employed for works ranging from folk literature compilations to author-specific gatherings of shorter writings. Without additional identifying information, no further particulars about provenance, contents, or historical significance can be established. more

Author

Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe

American author, poet, editor, and literary critic. Known for his short stories and poetry, particularly his works of horror and mystery. His most famous works include 'The Black Cat', 'The Raven', and 'Annabel Lee'. more

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