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The Sophie Toscan du Plantier Murder Case
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<blockquote data-quote="fed up" data-source="post: 7065593" data-attributes="member: 25410"><p>Me luvs hur</p><p></p><p>To Helen</p><p>BY EDGAR ALLAN POE</p><p>Helen, thy beauty is to me</p><p> Like those Nicéan barks of yore,</p><p>That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,</p><p> The weary, way-worn wanderer bore</p><p> To his own native shore.</p><p></p><p>On desperate seas long wont to roam,</p><p> Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,</p><p>Thy Naiad airs have brought me home</p><p> To the glory that was Greece, </p><p> And the grandeur that was Rome.</p><p></p><p>Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche</p><p> How statue-like I see thee stand,</p><p>The agate lamp within thy hand!</p><p> Ah, Psyche, from the regions which</p><p> Are Holy-Land!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="fed up, post: 7065593, member: 25410"] Me luvs hur To Helen BY EDGAR ALLAN POE Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicéan barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy-Land! [/QUOTE]
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