A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“we then busied our souls in dreams—reading, writing, or conversing, until warned by the clock of the advent of the true Darkness.” — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
The reproduction of what the senses perceive in nature through the veil of the soul. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore! — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
I need scarcely observe that a poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul. The value of… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it 'the reproduction of what the Senses perceive… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Very suddenly there came back to my soul motion and sound—the tumultuous motion of the heart, and, in my ears, the sound… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us- by that… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Thy soul shall find itself alone ’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone— Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
After reading all that has been written, and after thinking all that can be thought, on the topics of God and the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“A feeling, for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul —a sensation which will admit of no analysis,… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him who, shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
“A skillful literary artist has constructed a tale. If wise, he has not fashioned his thoughts to accommodate his incidents; but having conceived, with… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
“I have said that the sole effect of my somewhat childish experiment—that of looking down within the tarn—had been to deepen the first singular… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams-- In what… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
“Other friends have flown before — On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.” — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
“To the right and left, as far as the eye could reach, there lay outstretched, like ramparts of the world, lines of horridly black… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors ... on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
And the Raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door; And his… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
“For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but i feel the bright… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
