You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' ~~~Eleanor Roosevelt

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Third Annual Poe Appreciation Blog Hop

Come Join Us In The Fun!!
 I could not resist participating in this awesome
5 Day Blog Hop,
January 19-23
 that is honoring the
late, great, renowned
 Mr. Edgar Allen Poe!


Happy Birthday Edgar Allen Poe!!!
January 19, 1809
 
 
 
Leigh Snaith Brunson is hosting this blog hop and
after I read through her post with the directions
 on how to join the blog hop, I looked at all of her
amazing designs on her blog.

She adds so much creative detail and beautiful color
 to every design she creates. They will naturally
 catch your eye and hold it there as you take in every
 flourish and flair! I can already tell you that she will
 be one of my favorites to follow and someone to
watch for future inspiration.
Check out the  LeighSBDesigns Poe collection!!

My dark imagination produced these
Poe art pieces for today's post! 
I hope you will stop by and take a quick peek
 at my spooky
Edgar Allen Poe
 art work
and leave a spooky comment if you will!

 
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  1. UnknownFebruary 25, 2020 at 4:04 PM

    This way my pal Wesley Virgin's adventure begins in this SHOCKING AND CONTROVERSIAL video.

    As a matter of fact, Wesley was in the army-and shortly after leaving-he revealed hidden, "mind control" secrets that the government and others used to get whatever they want.

    These are the exact same methods lots of celebrities (notably those who "became famous out of nowhere") and the greatest business people used to become wealthy and successful.

    You probably know how you utilize only 10% of your brain.

    That's mostly because the majority of your brain's power is UNCONSCIOUS.

    Maybe that expression has even taken place INSIDE your own head... as it did in my good friend Wesley Virgin's head seven years ago, while driving a non-registered, trash bucket of a car with a suspended driver's license and with $3 in his pocket.

    "I'm very frustrated with living payroll to payroll! Why can't I turn myself successful?"

    You took part in those types of questions, ain't it right?

    Your success story is going to be written. You need to start believing in YOURSELF.

    CLICK HERE TO LEARN WESLEY'S SECRETS

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The Poem "Dark Rosaleen"

O my Dark Rosaleen, Do no sigh, do not weep! The priests are on the ocean green, they march along the Deep. There's wine from the royal Pope upon the ocean green; and Spanish ale shall give you hope, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope, Shall give you health, and help, and hope, My Dark Rosaleen. Over hills and through dales have I roamed for your sake; all yesterday I sailed with sails on river and on lake. The Erne at its highest flood I dashed across unseen, For there was lightning in my blood, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! Oh! there was lightning in my blood, Red lightning lightened through my blood, My Dark Rosaleen! All day long in unrest to and fro do I move, The very soul within my breast Is wasted for you,love! The heart in my bosom faints to think of you, my Queen, My life of life, my saint of saints, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! To hear your sweet and sad complaints, My life, my love, my saint of saints, My Dark Rosaleen! Woe and pain, pain and woe, are my lot night and noon, To see your bright face clouded so, like to the mournful moon. But yet will I rear your throne again in golden sheen;'Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! 'Tis you shall have the golden throne,'Tis you shall reign, and reign alone, My Dark Rosaleen! Over dews, over sands will I fly for your weal; your holy delicate white hands shall girdle me with steel. At home in your emerald bowers,from morning's dawn till e'en, you'll pray for me, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen! My fond Rosaleen! You'll think of me through Daylight's hours, My virgin flower, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen! I could scale the blue air, I could plough the high hills, Oh, I could kneel all night in prayer, to heal your many ills! And one beamy smile for you would float like light between my toils and me, my own, my true, My Dark Rosaleen! My fond Rosaleen! Would give me life and soul anew, A second life, a soul anew, My Dark Rosaleen! O! the Erne shall run red with redundance of blood, The earth shall rock beneath our tread, and flames wrap hill and wood, and gun-peal, a slogan cry, wake many a glen serene, ere you shall fade, ere you shall die, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! The Judgment Hour must first be nigh,ere you can fade, ere you can die, My Dark Rosaleen!