“The most expuisite beauty has strangeness in its proportions..." Ligeia” — 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
“There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.” — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“How is it that from beauty I have derived a type of unloveliness?—from the covenant of peace a simile of sorrow? But… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
No pictorial or sculptural combinations of points of human loveliness, do more than approach the living and breathing human beauty as it… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
When, indeed, men speak of Beauty, they mean, precisely, not a quality, as is supposed, but an effect - they refer, in… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an opium-dream - an airy and spirit-lifting vision… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“It is the desire of the moth for the star. It is no mere appreciation of the Beauty before us – but… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an opium-dream - and airy and spirit-lifting vision… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
There might be a class of beings, human once, but now to humanity invisible, for whose scrutiny, and for whose refined appreciation… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“She was a maiden of rarest beauty, and not more lovely than full of glee. And evil was the hour when she… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary,… — 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 Image
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 Image
To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
