Maxioms by Edgar Allan Poe
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.
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.
And still the Raven, never flitting,
Still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of read more
And still the Raven, never flitting,
Still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas
Just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming
Of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming
Throws his shadow on the floor,
And my soul from out that shadow,
That lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted--nevermore.
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.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
