Maxioms by Edgar Allan Poe
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.
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not read more
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
