Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.
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Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.
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Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
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Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
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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.
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Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded.
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Deep in earth my love is lying and I must weep alone.
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A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
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There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.
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The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.
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The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
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If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
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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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To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
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