Maxioms by Edgar Allan Poe
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 became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.
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.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
