Maxioms by Edgar Allan Poe
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream read more
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
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.
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.
Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly
shore,--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on read more
Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly
shore,--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!"
