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“SELDOM we find,” says Solomon Don Dunce,
“Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet. Through all the flimsy things we see at once
As easily as through a Naples bonnet
Trash of all trash !-how can a lady don it ?. Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuffOwl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it." And, veritably, Sol is right enough. The general tuckermanities are arrant Bubbles-ephemeral and so transparent
But this is, now-you may depend upon it
Stable, opaque, immortal-all by dint
[The names concealed within this sonnet will appear, when read by the clue already given to “A Valentine."]
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;'
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
I and my ANNABEL LEE;
Coveted her and me.
For the moon never beams without bringing
of the beautiful Annabel Lee
In her repulchre there by the real
FAC-SIMILE OF THE MS. OF “ANNABEL LEE.