Edgar Allan Poe

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

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.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

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