The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
Edgar Allan PoeThe world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.
Edgar Allan PoeIt is with literature as with law or empire - an established name is an estate in tenure, or a throne in possession.
Edgar Allan PoeTo Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. 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. Lo, in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand, Ah! Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land!
Edgar Allan Poe