Maxioms by Edgar Allan Poe
There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit; but the case of read more
There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit; but the case of song-writing is, I think, one of the few.
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.
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 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.
And still the Raven, never flitting,
Still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of read more
And still the Raven, never flitting,
Still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas
Just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming
Of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming
Throws his shadow on the floor,
And my soul from out that shadow,
That lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted--nevermore.