Edgar Allan Poe quote: Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry; music, without the idea, is simply music; the idea, without the ...

Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry; music, without the idea, is simply music; the idea, without the music, is prose, from its very definitiveness.

~ Edgar Allan Poe ~

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