Edgar Allan Poe Quotes

Thank Heaven! the crisis- The danger is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last- And the fever called ‘Living’ Is conquered at last.

To be thoroughly conversant with a Man’s heart is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of despair.

Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.

‘Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’ Quoth the raven, ‘Nevermore.’

Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely-flowers.

On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome.

I have no faith in human perfectibility… Man is now only more active-not more happy-nor more wise, than he was 6,000 years ago.

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 revellers in the blood-bedecked halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall.

As the strong man exults in his physical ability, delighting in such exercises as call his muscles into action, so glories the analyst in that moral activity which disentangles.