A beautiful masterpiece of the ( It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. She was In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud by night Chilling my Annabel Lee So that her high-born kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee And so, all the nighttide, I lie down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride In her sepulchre there by the sea In her tomb by the side of the sea:1.3), by (Margaret Macdonald Mackintosh and John Howe:0.8), (Tempera and digital:0.8), (painting:0.3) | Painting