Edgar Allan Poe Quotes

11 November 2014

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest.

11 November 2014

Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down.

11 November 2014

Semi-Saracenic architecture, sustaining itself as if by miracle in mid air; glittering in the red sunlight with a hundred oriels, minarets, and pinnacles; and seeming the phantom handiwork, conjointly, of the Sylphs,... the Fairies,... the Genii, and ... the Gnomes.

11 November 2014

Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow

11 November 2014

But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate;

11 November 2014

In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace— Radiant palace—reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there!

11 November 2014

like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh—but smile no more.

11 November 2014

"Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

11 November 2014

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

11 November 2014

While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy "Man", And its hero the Conqueror Worm.