Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
EDGAR ALLAN POEStupidity is a talent for misconception.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.
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It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.
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That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.
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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
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And I fell violently on my face.
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Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
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Yet mad I am not and very surely do I not dream.
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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
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Leave my loneliness unbroken.
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Even in the grave, all is not lost.
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The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
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Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.
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And all I loved, I loved alone.
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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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That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.
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