Maxioms by Edgar Allan Poe
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!
Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term art, I should call it "the Reproduction of what the read more
Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term art, I should call it "the Reproduction of what the senses perceive in nature through the veil of the mist
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
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.
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.
