"There is a gush of entrancing melody; there is an oppressive sense of strange sweet odor,–there is a dream–like intermingling to the eye of tall slender Eastern trees–bosky shrubberies–flocks of golden and crimson birds–lily-fringed lakes- meadows of violets, tulips, poppies, hyacinths, and tuberoses–long intertangled lines of silver streamlets"
excerpt from THE DOMAIN OF ARNHEIM
by Edgar Allan Poe
1850
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