Maxioms by Edgar Allan Poe
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells
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Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten golden notes,
And all in tune
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens while she gloats
On the moon!
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 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.
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
