Maxioms by Edgar Allan Poe
All that you see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. They who dream by day are cognizant read more
All that you see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
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.
Hear the sledges with the bells,
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
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Hear the sledges with the bells,
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night,
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the Heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
From the jingling and the tingling of the bells.
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.
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.
