The following 26 quotes match your criteria:
| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream. |
| A Dream within a Dream.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
Years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute. |
| To ———.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
From a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down. |
| The City in the Sea.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld!
Silence! and Desolation! and dim Night! |
| The Coliseum.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
This—all this—was in the olden
Time long ago. |
| The haunted Palace.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
| Unthought-like thoughts that are the souls of thought, |
| To ———.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
This maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me. |
| Annabel Lee.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
Keeping time, time, time
In a sort of Runic rhyme
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells. |
| The Bells.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
Hear the mellow wedding bells
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells
Through the balmy air of night
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| The Bells.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
And all my days are trances
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eye glances
And where thy footstep gleams—
In what ethereal dances
By what eternal streams. |
| To One in Paradise.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
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. |
| The Raven.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. |
| The Raven.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before. |
| The Raven.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dreamed before. |
| The Raven.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more. |
| The Raven.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
Whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster. |
| The Raven.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” |
| The Raven.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—Nevermore! |
| The Raven.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
To the glory that was Greece
And the grandeur that was Rome. |
| To Helen.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere—
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year. |
| Ulalume.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
Here once, through an alley Titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed with my soul,—
Of cypress, with Psyche, my soul. |
| Ulalume.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
| A Quixotic sense of the honorable—of the chivalrous. |
| Letter to Mrs. Whitman. Oct. 18, 1848.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
| 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.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
| I would define, in brief, the Poetry of words as the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty. Its sole arbiter is Taste. |
| The poetic Principle.
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| Author: Edgar Allan Poe |
Can it be fancied that Deity ever vindictively
Made in his image a mannikin merely to madden it? |
| The Rationale of Verse.
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