“So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.”

— Edgar Allan Poe , The City in the Sea

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The City in the Sea (1831)

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American author, poet, editor and literary critic 1809–1849

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