Maxioms by Edgar Allan Poe
Filled with mingled cream and amber I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chambers of read more
Filled with mingled cream and amber I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chambers of my brain -- Quaintest thoughts -- queerest fancies Come to life and fade away; Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
All that you see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. They who dream by day are cognizant read more
All that you see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
