Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night. — 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
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Always keep a big bottle of booze at your side. If a bird starts talking nonsense to you in the middle of… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed-- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we… — 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
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
Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells Through the balmy air of night How… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
I am excessively slothful, and wonderfully industrious-by fits. There are epochs when any kind of mental exercise is torture, and when nothing… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
By a route obscure and lonely Haunted by ill angels only, Where an eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright,… — 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
“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
