Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
EDGAR ALLAN POEThat which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
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And I fell violently on my face.
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The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.
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The past is a pebble in my shoe.
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Even in the grave, all is not lost.
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Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
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I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.
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A lie travels round the world while truth is putting her boots on.
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I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
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Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
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Yet mad I am not and very surely do I not dream.
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Lord, help my poor soul.
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Leave my loneliness unbroken.
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Blood was its Avatar and its seal.
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We loved with a love that was more than love.
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