Maxioms by Edgar Allan Poe
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.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
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.
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.
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.
