Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
...And, all at once, the moon arouse through the thin ghastly mist, And was crimson in color... And they lynx which dwelleth forever in the tomb, came out therefrom. And lay down at the feet of the demon. And looked at him steadily in the face.
Edgar Allan Poe
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The moon belongs to everyone. The best things in life they're free. Stars belong to everyone. They cling there for you and for me.
Sam Cooke
The stag at eve had drunk his fill,Where danced the moon on Monan's rill,And deep his midnight lair had madeIn lone Glenartney's hazel shade.
Walter Scott
Yon rising Moon that looks for us again - How oft hereafter will she wax and wane; How oft hereafter rising look for us Through this same Garden - and for one in vain!
Omar Khayyam
I have ridden the mighty moon-worm!
Al Gore
Blue Moon,Now I'm no longer alone,Without a dream in my heart,Without a love of my own.
Lorenz Hart
By all means I will be married if you wish it. But on these conditions: everything must be as it has been hitherto-that is, she must live in Moscow while I live in the country, and I will come and see her. ... I promise to be an excellent husband, but give me a wife who, like the moon, will not appear every day in my sky.
Anton Chekhov
The engine sounds like Victorian plumbing - it looks like Victorian plumbing as well, to be honest.
Jeremy Clarkson
Instead of thinking about other people's thoughts and views of you, just think "I have to do well myself," and you'll be able to do well.
Yesung
My own dear mother was a martyr indeed, and it is not to everybody that God grants so easy a way to his great gifts as he did to Hilary and myself, giving us a mother who killed herself with labour and trouble to ensure us keeping the faith.
J. R. R. Tolkien
Marriage is rarely bliss But, surely it would be worse As particles to pelt At thousands of miles per sec About a universe In which a lover's kiss Would either not be felt Or break the loved one's neck.
W. H. Auden
...And, all at once, the moon arouse through the thin ghastly mist, And was crimson in color... And they lynx which dwelleth forever in the tomb, came out therefrom. And lay down at the feet of the demon. And looked at him steadily in the face.
Edgar Allan Poe