‘…I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.’
—Edgar Allan Poe

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‘Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”’ (Edgar Allan Poe)

🖼 Gustave Doré

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“All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.”

A Dream Within a Dream
📖

🎨 by Leo Colapietro

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We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.

Edgar Allan Poe
The Mystery of Marie Rogêt

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‘Wynter wakeneth al my care,
Nou this leves waxeth bare;
Ofte I sike ant mourne sare
When hit cometh in my thoht
Of this worldes joie, hou hit goth al to noht.’ ~ Anon.

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upon Helvellyn
lichen-covered
boulders beckon
winter's snow

(4-line)


art: Fresh Snow on Helvellyn by Elijah Walton 1876

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Thank you to everyone who is accompanying and for a stroll through imaginary snow! We return tomorrow.

🎨Lowell Birge Harrison

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You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If on a winter's night a traveler. Relax. Concentrate. Dispel every other thought. Let the world around you fade.

~Italo Calvino

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'He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.'
-Robert Frost

🎨Alexandre Calame

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‘I wish I hadn't cried so much!” said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out.
I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears!’
Lewis Carroll ~ Alice in Wonderland.
🖼️ Rackham

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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe'



🖋 Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There

🎨 Sir John Tenniel

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‘sometimes the playful, languid, beautiful girl; sometimes the writhing fiend I saw in the ruined church; and often from a reverie I have started, fancying I heard the light step of Carmilla at the drawing room door.’

JS Le Fanu, ‘Carmilla’

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