Maxioms by Edgar Allan Poe
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
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.
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not read more
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
