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TRUE! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?
The Tell-Tale Heart (1843)
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.
A Dream Within a Dream (1849)
And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses?
The Tell-Tale Heart (1843)
Now the object Truth, or the satisfaction of the intellect, and the object Passion, or the excitement of the heart, are, although attainable to a certain extent in poetry, far more readily attainable in prose.
The Philosophy of Composition (1846)
A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul.
The Poetic Principle (1850)
In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace —
Radiant palace — reared its head.
The Haunted Palace (1839)
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.
The Raven (1844)
The happiest day — the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
"The best chess-player in Christendom may be little more than the best player of chess; but proficiency in whist implies capacity for success in all these more important undertakings where mind struggles with mind."
The Murders in the Rue Morgue (1841)
That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.
Marginalia (1844)
How many good books suffer neglect through the inefficiency of their beginnings!
Marginalia (1844)
Sorrow for the lost Lenore —
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Nameless here for evermore.
The Raven (1844)
In no affairs of mere prejudice, pro or con, do we deduce inferences with entire certainty, even from the most simple data.
The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket (1838)
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh — but smile no more.
The Haunted Palace (1839)
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime
Out of Space—out of Time.
I have great faith in fools — self-confidence my friends will call it.
Marginalia (1844)
When I think of the long twenty-one years that I have called you father, and you have called me son, I cry like a child to think that it should all end in this.
Sound loves to revel in a summer night.
Al Aaraaf (1829)
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.