Maxioms by Edgar Allan Poe
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy naiad airs have read more
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.
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells
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Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten golden notes,
And all in tune
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens while she gloats
On the moon!
There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit; but the case of read more
There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit; but the case of song-writing is, I think, one of the few.
