Maxioms by Edgar Allan Poe
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 murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
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Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
