That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“We grew in age—and love—together, Roaming the forest, and the wild; My breast her shield in wintry weather— And, when the friendly… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has… — 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
Yet we met; and fate bound us together at the alter,and I never spoke of passion nor thought of love. She, however… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
But our love was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Thou wouldst be loved? - then let thy heart From its present pathway part not! Being everything which now thou art, Be… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
The most natural, and, consequently, the truest and most intense of the human affections are those which arise in the heart as… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
I heed not that my earthly lot Hath - little of Earth in it - That years of love have been forgot… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
In the Heaven's above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Yes I now feel that it was then on that evening of sweet dreams- that the very first dawn of human love… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“When I was young and filled with folly, I fell in love with melancholy” — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Alas! for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow, From love to titled age and crime, And an unholy pillow!… — 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 awaken. My… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
If we don't feel love with our heart, then how come that's where it hurts when someone doesn't love you back? — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as once I was. ” — 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
