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An Enigma by Edgar Allan Poe — Deep Poetry Lines

By Edgar Allan Poe

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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 stuff-- Owl-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--

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""Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,..."

"An Enigma" by Edgar Allan Poe is a deep english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by Edgar Allan Poe demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with ""Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce, "Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet....", this piece explores themes of deep through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Edgar Allan Poe's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849) was an American poet, critic, and pioneer of the short story. He is best known for poems like "The Raven," "Annabel Lee," and "The Bells," and his dark, musical verse influenced the Symbolist movement and modern horror fiction.

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