This tiara of stars made its debut in the 2010 season of 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒖𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒔, adorning Tamzin Merchant as Katherine Howard.
Later, the piece graced Alice Eve, who played Emily in the 2012 film 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏.
Would you wear this tiara? Bit.ly/Acces065.
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"Believe nothing what you hear and half of what you see"
Edgar Allan Poe was an American writer, poet, author, editor, and literary critic who is best known for his poetry and short stories, particularly his tales of mystery and the macabre. He is widely regarded as a central figure of Romanticism and Gothic fiction in the United States, and of American literature.
Born: 19 January 1809, Boston, Massachusetts, United States
Died: 7 October 1849 (age 40 years), Washington Medical College
The circumstances surrounding Poe's death remain a mystery. He was found delirious on the streets of Baltimore, Maryland, and died shortly thereafter. Various theories have been proposed, including alcoholism, substance abuse, rabies, and even foul play, but the exact cause of his death has never been conclusively determined.
Poe is often credited with inventing the modern detective story with his character C. Auguste Dupin in "The Murders in the Rue Morgue." Dupin's analytical prowess set the stage for future fictional detectives, including Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes.
Poe briefly served in the United States Army under the alias "Edgar A. Perry." He enlisted in 1827 and attained the rank of sergeant major before seeking discharge to pursue a writing career. He also attended the United States Military Academy at West Point but was expelled after deliberately neglecting his duties.
Poe married his first cousin, Virginia Clemm, when she was just 13 years old, and he was 27. Their marriage, though unusual by modern standards, was reportedly loving. Virginia's early death from tuberculosis deeply affected Poe and influenced some of his later works.
Despite his literary success, Poe struggled financially throughout his life. He often faced poverty and had difficulty supporting himself through his writing alone. His famous poem "The Raven" brought him some recognition and acclaim, but it did not provide substantial financial rewards.
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Nevermore
In a cold, stony chamber of a once-grand house, now empty and still,
There sits a raven, black as the night, on the windowsill.
With eyes that gleam like lost souls in flight,
It whispers tales of sorrow in the fading light.
"Nevermore," it croaks, with a mournful cry,
A word that echoes in the chambers of my mind.
It perches on a bust, with a solemn air,
As if it knows the weight of my despair.
I ask it questions of life and of love,
But all it answers is "Nevermore, nevermore."
Its feathers, like the darkness of my thoughts,
Are a cloak of mysteries, in which I am caught.
In the silence of the chamber, it is my only friend,
A companion in my solitude, until the bitter end.
Together we dwell in the realm of the forgotten,
Where memories linger, and hearts are often rotten.
So here I sit, with the raven by my side,
In a house that echoes with the whispers of the tide.
And though its words bring a chill to my core,
I find solace in the raven's "Nevermore."
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Ich nenne dieses Foto ....TATATATAAAAAAA... "der Rabe" #derrabe #derrabeinderpfütze #theraven #raven #rabe #natureofinstagram #animalsofinstagram #photoartist #photo #photography (hier: Raunheim) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqD9AxmMOae/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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The problem with the Internet is that it gives you everything - reliable material and crazy material. And now you get to decide what in the world I am giving you. Yes, Like most of the whorebaggers of the internet, I finally got around to setting up a Linktree on the various places you can find me and my stuff. This is prime stalking material if your flavor of the internet is the weird and the unhinged-ish.
Enjoy: https://linktr.ee/blackgorbachev
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A narrative poem "The Raven" written in 1845 by American writer Edgar Allan Poe
Title page and the first page of the poem printed on a soft, light, Heather Gray colored shawl.
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“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
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