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  • #1
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “We loved with a love that was more than love.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #2
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #3
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #4
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “It was many and many a year ago,
    In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
    By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
    Than to love and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,
    In this kingdom by the sea;
    But we loved with a love that was more than love-
    I and my Annabel Lee;
    With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
    Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that, long ago,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
    My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her highborn kinsman came
    And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre
    In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
    Went envying her and me-
    Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
    In this kingdom by the sea)
    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
    Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we-
    Of many far wiser than we-
    And neither the angels in heaven above,
    Nor the demons down under the sea,
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

    For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
    Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
    In the sepulchre there by the sea,
    In her tomb by the sounding sea.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #5
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “And all I loved, I loved alone.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #5
    Edgar Allan Poe
    A Dream Within A Dream

    Take this kiss upon the brow!
    And, in parting from you now,
    Thus much let me avow-
    You are not wrong, who deem
    That my days have been a dream;
    Yet if hope has flown away
    In a night, or in a day,
    In a vision, or in none,
    Is it therefore the less gone?
    All that we see or seem
    Is but a dream within a dream.

    I stand amid the roar
    Of a surf-tormented shore,
    And I hold within my hand
    Grains of the golden sand-
    How few! yet how they creep
    Through my fingers to the deep,
    While I weep- while I weep!
    O God! can I not grasp
    Them with a tighter clasp?
    O God! can I not save
    One from the pitiless wave?
    Is all that we see or seem
    But a dream within a dream?”
    Edgar Allen Poe, The Complete Stories and Poems

  • #6
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Every moment of the night
    Forever changing places
    And they put out the star-light
    With the breath from their pale faces”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #6
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.”
    Edgar Allen Poe, Great Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe

  • #7
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “You are not wrong who deem
    That my days have been a dream;
    Yet if hope has flown away
    In a night, or in a day,
    In a vision, or in none,
    Is it therefore the less gone?
    All that we see or seem
    Is but a dream within a dream.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #8
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #9
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart and Other Writings

  • #9
    Francis Bacon
    “There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.”
    Francis Bacon

  • #10
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man." ~ 'The Black Cat.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #11
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “A dirge for her the doubly dead

    in that she died so young.”
    Edgar Allen Poe, Lenore

  • #12
    Edgar Allan Poe
    Eldorado

    Gaily bedight,
    A gallant knight,
    In sunshine and in shadow,
    Had journeyed long,
    Singing a song,
    In search of Eldorado.

    But he grew old—
    This knight so bold—
    And o’er his heart a shadow—
    Fell as he found
    No spot of ground
    That looked like Eldorado.

    And, as his strength
    Failed him at length,
    He met a pilgrim shadow—
    ‘Shadow,’ said he,
    ‘Where can it be—
    This land of Eldorado?’

    ‘Over the Mountains
    Of the Moon,
    Down the Valley of the Shadow,
    Ride, boldly ride,’
    The shade replied,—
    ‘If you seek for Eldorado!”
    Edgar Allen Poe, The Complete Stories and Poems

  • #13
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
    Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
    Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
    Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
    How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise?
    Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
    To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
    Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
    Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
    And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
    To seek a shelter in some happier star?
    Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
    The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
    The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #14
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
    Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore —
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
    As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
    “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door —
    Only this and nothing more.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven

  • #15
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, Complete Stories and Poems

  • #16
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “...that fitful strain of melancholy which will ever be found inseperable from the perfection of the beautiful.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Works of Edgar Allen Poe Volume 4

  • #18
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “In one case out of a hundred a point is excessively discussed because it is obscure; in the ninety-nine remaining it is obscure because it is excessively discussed.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #19
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “A strong argument for the religion of Christ is this - that offenses against Charity are about the only ones which men on their death-beds can be made - not to understand - but to feel - as crime.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #21
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Read this and thought of you:
    Through joy and through sorrow, I wrote.
    Through hunger and through thirst, I wrote.
    Through good report and through ill report, I wrote.
    Through sunshine and through moonshine, I wrote.
    What I wrote it is unnecessary to say.
    ~ Edgar Allen Poe”
    Poe

  • #22
    “Dream dreams that no one ever dared to dream before.”
    Edgar Allen Poe Society of Baltimore (Md.) Staff, Myths and Reality: The Mysterious Mr. Poe

  • #23
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “To Helen

    I saw thee once-once only-years ago;
    I must not say how many-but not many.
    It was a july midnight; and from out
    A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
    Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven,
    There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,
    With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber
    Upon the upturn'd faces of a thousand
    Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,
    Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe-
    Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
    That gave out, in return for the love-light
    Thier odorous souls in an ecstatic death-
    Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
    That smiled and died in this parterre, enchanted by thee, by the poetry of thy prescence.

    Clad all in white, upon a violet bank
    I saw thee half reclining; while the moon
    Fell on the upturn'd faces of the roses
    And on thine own, upturn'd-alas, in sorrow!

    Was it not Fate that, on this july midnight-
    Was it not Fate (whose name is also sorrow)
    That bade me pause before that garden-gate,
    To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses?
    No footstep stirred; the hated world all slept,
    Save only thee and me. (Oh Heaven- oh, God! How my heart beats in coupling those two worlds!)
    Save only thee and me. I paused- I looked-
    And in an instant all things disappeared.
    (Ah, bear in mind this garden was enchanted!)

    The pearly lustre of the moon went out;
    The mossy banks and the meandering paths,
    The happy flowers and the repining trees,
    Were seen no more: the very roses' odors
    Died in the arms of the adoring airs.
    All- all expired save thee- save less than thou:
    Save only the divine light in thine eyes-
    Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes.
    I saw but them- they were the world to me.
    I saw but them- saw only them for hours-
    Saw only them until the moon went down.
    What wild heart-histories seemed to lie enwritten
    Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres!
    How dark a woe! yet how sublime a hope!
    How silently serene a sea of pride!
    How daring an ambition!yet how deep-
    How fathomless a capacity for love!

    But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
    Into western couch of thunder-cloud;
    And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees
    Didst glide away. Only thine eyes remained.
    They would not go- they never yet have gone.
    Lighting my lonely pathway home that night,
    They have not left me (as my hopes have) since.

    They follow me- they lead me through the years.
    They are my ministers- yet I thier slave
    Thier office is to illumine and enkindle-
    My duty, to be saved by thier bright light,
    And purified in thier electric fire,
    And sanctified in thier Elysian fire.
    They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope),
    And are far up in heaven- the stars I kneel to
    In the sad, silent watches of my night;
    While even in the meridian glare of day
    I see them still- two sweetly scintillant
    Venuses, unextinguished by the sun!”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #24
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #26
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Tell me truly, I implore-- Is there-- is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!”
    Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven

  • #27
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words, with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #28
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “I Dwelt alone
    In a world of moan,
    And my soul was a stagnant tide,
    Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-
    Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride
    Ah, less-less bright
    The stars of night
    Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
    And never a flake
    That the vapor can make
    With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,
    Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl-
    Can vie compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl

    Now Doubt-now Pain
    Come never again,
    For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,
    And all day long
    Shine, bright and strong,
    Astarte within the sky,
    While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye-
    While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #30
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “the truth is, I am heartily sick of this life & of the nineteenth century in general. (I am convinced that every thing is going wrong.)”
    Edgar Allen Poe



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