Maxioms by Edgar Allan Poe
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.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute which goes directly to the heart of him read more
There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere man
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.
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.
