Maxioms by Edgar Allan Poe
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
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.
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.
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.
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.
