Evening Star – Poem by Edgar Allan Poe (January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849)
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‘Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro’ the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
‘Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass’d, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening
“Intuition is the clear conception of the whole at once.”
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“Intuition is the clear conception of the whole at once.”
– Johann Kaspar Lavater
“The secret of Happiness is Freedom, and the secret of Freedom, Courage.”
– Thucydides