“To-day I wear these chains, and am HERE. To-morrow I shall be fetterless!--BUT WHERE?” — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
...for her whom in life thou dids't abhor, in death thou shalt adore — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
In me didst thou exist-and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
In the deepest slumber-no! In delirium-no! In a swoon-no! In death-no! even in the grave all is not lost. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Thank Heaven! The crisis /The danger is past, and the lingering illness, is over at last /, and the fever called ''Living''… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Be silent in that solitude Which is not loneliness - for then The spirits of the dead who stood In… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
A fearful instance of the ill consequences attending upon irascibility - alive, with the qualifications of the dead - dead, with the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
I could have clasped the red walls to my bosom as a garment of eternal peace. "Death," I said, "any death but… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“To conceive the horror of my sensations is, I presume, utterly impossible; yet a curiosity to penetrate the mysteries of these awful… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
I never can hear a crowd of people singing and gesticulating, all together, at an Italian opera, without fancying myself at Athens,… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“What chance — what one event brought this evil thing to pass, bear with me while I relate. Death approaches; and the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
The data from the 1990 Harvard Medical Practice Study suggest that 150,000 Americans die every year from doctors' negligence - compared with… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
There are two bodies - the rudimental and the complete; corresponding with the two conditions of the worm and the butterfly. What… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“It may be that those who care for poetry lost little by his death. Fluent in prose, he never wrote verse for… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
The death then of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world, and equally is it beyond doubt… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had… — 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
“LO! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone” — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion, even by the utterly lost, to… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Ah, Death, the spectre which sate at all feasts! How often, Monos, did we lose ourselves in speculations upon its nature! How… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly,… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“ The Lake In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I… — 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
