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“To the terror of the lone lake. Yet that terror was not fright, But a tremulous delight-- A feeling not the jewelled mine Could teach or bribe me to define-- Nor Love-- although the Love were thine.”

Quote by Edgar Allan Poe

Book:The Lake
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The Lake

The book delves into the enigmatic atmosphere of a lake, intertwining the lives of its inhabitants with the natural world around them. It examines the complexities of human emotions and the profound impact of the environment on individuals and communities. more

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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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