Edgar Allan Poe

The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.

The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not read more

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.

I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it.

I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it.

The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.

The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.