That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.
Edgar Allan PoeThere was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart - an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime
Edgar Allan PoeEvery moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces
Edgar Allan Poe