Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

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  • ''As an individual, I myself feel impelled to fancy ... a limitless succession of Universes.... Each exists, apart and independently, in the bosom of its proper and particular God.''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. Eureka, George P. Putnam (1848). Sealing the universe from noxious influences.
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  • ''We have ... a thirst unquenchable, to allay which he has not shown us the crystal springs. This thirst belongs to the immortality of Man.... It is no mere appreciation of the Beauty before us—but a wild effort to reach the Beauty above.''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. "The Poetic Principle," Sartain's (1850). Other-worldly beauty—Poe's first and enduring love.
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  • ''If the propositions of this Discourse are tenable, the "state of progressive collapse" is precisely that state in which alone we are warranted in considering All Things.''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. Eureka, George P. Putnam (1848). The cosmos collapsing into the "original unity."
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  • ''The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1845), U.S. poet, critic, short-story writer. The Premature Burial (1844).
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  • ''In the Original Unity of the First Thing lies the Secondary Cause of All Things, with the Germ of their Inevitable Annihilation.''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. Eureka, George P. Putnam (1848). The thesis of the creation and the destruction of the universe.
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  • ''The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. "The Rationale of Verse," American Review (1846). Searching for basic elements.
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  • ''It glows with the light
    Of the love of my Annie—
    With the thought of the light
    Of the eyes of my Annie.''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. For Annie (l. 99-102). . . Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Everyman.
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  • ''Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1845), U.S. poet, critic, short-story writer. "The Rationale of Verse," The Pioneer (March 1843).
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  • ''When the light was extinguished,
    She covered me warm,
    And she prayed to the angels
    To keep me from harm—''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. For Annie (l. 79-82). . . Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Everyman.
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  • ''Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
    And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow;Mvainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. The Raven (l. 7-10). . . Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Everyman.
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Best Poem of Edgar Allan Poe

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
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Lenore

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?- weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung!-
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young-
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated