All Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
- There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion… Brute
- We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass. Beneath
- No murmur arose from its bed, and so gently it wandered along, that the pearly pebbles upon which we loved to gaze, far down within… All
- ...A change fell upon all things. Strange brilliant flowers, star-shaped, burst out upon the trees where no flowers had been before. The tints of the… All
- ...And, all at once, the moon arouse through the thin ghastly mist, And was crimson in color... And they lynx which dwelleth forever in the… All
- In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an opium-dream - an airy and spirit-lifting vision more wildly divine… Airy
- Blood was its Avatar and its seal. Avatar
- Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream. Dream
- I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that… Absolutely
- And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the… Acknowledged
- I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. Atmosphere
- From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy… All
- Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy… Air
- Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely… Fancy
- Never to suffer would never to have been blessed. Adversity
- Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces Breath
- Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is… All
- Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone. Alone
- There was a discordant hum of human voices! There was a loud blast as of many trumpets! There was a harsh grating as of a… Abyss
- Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them. Death
- I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results. Dread
- The rain came down upon my head - Unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind. Blind
- The past is a pebble in my shoe. Legacy
- To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary. Elevate
- Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore! Forget