Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
EDGAR ALLAN POEAh, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
EDGAR ALLAN POEWith me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThose who gossip with you will gossip about you.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThose who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
EDGAR ALLAN POEBeauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
EDGAR ALLAN POEAnd all I loved, I loved alone.
EDGAR ALLAN POETo elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.
EDGAR ALLAN POEAll that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.
EDGAR ALLAN POEArt is to look at not to criticize.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.
EDGAR ALLAN POEI remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
EDGAR ALLAN POETake thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.
EDGAR ALLAN POEBooks, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
EDGAR ALLAN POEWe had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.
EDGAR ALLAN POE