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
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
May the love hidden deep inside your heart find the love waiting in your dreams. May the laughter that you find in… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Fill with mingled cream and amber, I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chamber of my brain… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream... All that we see or seem Is but a… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Yet if Hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page. They fade into the emptiness, another dark gray day. Dreams are only… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Oh, outcast of all outcasts most abandoned! --to the earth art thou not forever dead? to its honors, to its flowers, to… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“He impaired his vision by holding the object too close. He might see, perhaps, one or two points with unusual clearness, but… — 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
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Men have called me mad; but the question is not settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence -- whether… — 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
