1.link (18x01, Bonnie forcing Damon to feed on himself)
2.link (18x02, Bonnie calling Elena)
3.link (18x03, Bonnie vervaining Damon’s eyes)
4.link (18x04, Bonnie breaking Damon’s arm)
5.link (18x05, Damon trying to escape)
6.link (18x06, Damon thinking about Elena and Stefan)
7.link (18x07, Bonnie talking to Damon, saying she wants Elena to say goodbye)
8.link (18x08, Bonnie explaining why she involved Stefan, Damon saying what he did to Jeremy)
9.link (18x09, Damon tries to escape again)
10.link (18x10, Bonnie setting Damon on fire)
2.link (18x02, Bonnie calling Elena)
3.link (18x03, Bonnie vervaining Damon’s eyes)
4.link (18x04, Bonnie breaking Damon’s arm)
5.link (18x05, Damon trying to escape)
6.link (18x06, Damon thinking about Elena and Stefan)
7.link (18x07, Bonnie talking to Damon, saying she wants Elena to say goodbye)
8.link (18x08, Bonnie explaining why she involved Stefan, Damon saying what he did to Jeremy)
9.link (18x09, Damon tries to escape again)
10.link (18x10, Bonnie setting Damon on fire)
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles por Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles por Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]