In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an opium-dream - an airy and spirit-lifting vision more wildly divine than the fantasies which hovered about the slumbering souls of the daughters of Delos.
Edgar Allan PoeAnd all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams-- In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams!
Edgar Allan PoeAs for Republicanism, no analogy could be found for it upon the face of the earthโunless we except the case of the "prairie dogs," an exception which seems to demonstrate, if anything, that democracy is a very admirable form of governmentโfor dogs.
Edgar Allan Poe