Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
-
-
Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
EDGAR ALLAN POE -
And I fell violently on my face.
EDGAR ALLAN POE -
That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.
EDGAR ALLAN POE -
Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
EDGAR ALLAN POE -
I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.
EDGAR ALLAN POE -
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
EDGAR ALLAN POE -
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
EDGAR ALLAN POE -
Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
EDGAR ALLAN POE -
The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.
EDGAR ALLAN POE -
Lord, help my poor soul.
EDGAR ALLAN POE -
Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
EDGAR ALLAN POE -
From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.
EDGAR ALLAN POE -
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
EDGAR ALLAN POE -
We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.
EDGAR ALLAN POE -
I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.
EDGAR ALLAN POE







