Luyện nghe bài hát Alone

Poem by Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I not been
As others - I have not seen
As others saw - I not bring
My passions a common spring
From the same source I have not
My sorrow; I not awaken
My to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd
Then - in my childhood - in the
Of a stormy life - was drawn
From ev'ry depth of and ill
The mystery which binds me
the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the
From the sun that 'round me
In autumn tint of gold -
From the in the sky
As it pass'd me by -
the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that look the
(When the of Heaven was blue)
Of a in my view.