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Eleonora Eleonora by Edgar Allan Poe
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“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora
“Men have called me mad; but the question is not settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence -- whether much that is glorious -- whether all that is profound -- does not spring from disease of thought -- from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who only dream by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however rudderless or compassless, into the vast ocean of the ‘light ineffable’.”
Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora
“From the dim regions beyond the mountains at the upper end of our encircled domain, there crept out a narrow and deep river, brighter than all save the eyes of Eleonora; and, winding stealthily about in mazy courses, it passed away, at length, through a shadowy gorge, among hills still dimmer than those whence it had issued. We called it the "River of Silence"; for there seemed to be a hushing influence in its flow. 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.”
Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora
“Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied,-
"If you seek for Eldorado.”
Edgar Allan Poe, Eldorado
“I AM come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion. Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence--whether much that is glorious--whether all that is profound--does not spring from disease of thought--from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however, rudderless or compassless into the vast ocean of the "light ineffable", and again, like the adventures of the Nubian geographer, "agressi sunt mare tenebrarum, quid in eo esset exploraturi".

We will say then, that I am mad.”
Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora
“Das Ufer des Flusses und der vielen glitzernden Bächlein, die ihm auf allerlei Umwegen zuströmten, und ebenso alle Flächen, die von den Ufern sich ans Wasser hinuntersenkten, waren von kurzem, dichten, gleichmäßigen Rasen bedeckt, der lieblich duftete. Und weiter noch dehnte sich dieser sanfte grüne Teppich, durchs ganze Tal, vom Fluß bis an den Fuß der Höhen, die es umgürteten. Diese wundervolle weite Grasfläche war über und über mit gelben Butterblumen, weißen Gänseblümchen, blauen Veilchen und rubinroten Asphodelen besprenkelt, und ihre unbeschreibliche Schönheit redete laut zu unsern Herzen von der Liebe und der Herrlichkeit Gottes.”
Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora
“Da kam noch einmal – ein einziges Mal – durch das Schweigen der Nacht das süße Seufzen wieder zu mir, und es formte sich zu einer wohlbekannten, inbrünstigen Stimme: »Schlafe in Frieden! Denn der Geist der Liebe lebt und herrscht. Und wenn du glühenden Herzens Ermengard umarmst, bist du – aus Gründen, die dir dereinst im Himmel geoffenbart werden sollen – deines Gelübdes an Eleonora entbunden.«”
Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora
“I am come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion. Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence—whether much that is glorious—whether all that is profound—does not spring from disease of thought—from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
Edgar Allan Poe, Eleanora
“They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in awakening, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however, rudderless or compassless into the vast ocean of the "light ineffable," and again, like the adventures of the Nubian geographer, "agressi sunt mare tenebrarum, quid in eo esset exploraturi.”
Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora