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Famous Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
Poet, story writer, and critic, Edgar Allan Poe is one of the most highly regarded writers
of American literature. His originality is his hallmark. At his time, however, there was a lot
of criticism about his neuroticism, glorification of death, and other unacceptable
concepts. This is a collection of some of the most famous Edgar Allan Poe quotes. If you
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Edgar Allan Poe
Sound loves to revel in a summer night.

Edgar Allan Poe
All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream.

Edgar Allan Poe
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.

Edgar Allan Poe
To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome.

Edgar Allan Poe
From a proud tower in the town, Death looks gigantically down.

Edgar Allan Poe
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!

Edgar Allan Poe
This maiden she lived with no other thought, Than to love and be loved by me.

Edgar Allan Poe
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted —

Edgar Allan Poe
Can it be fancied that Deity ever vindictively, Made in his image a mannikin merely to
madden it?

Edgar Allan Poe
I would define, in brief, the Poetry of words as the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty. Its
sole arbiter is Taste.
Edgar Allan Poe
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember
wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Edgar Allan Poe
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, Thrilled me — filled me
with fantastic terrors never felt before.

Edgar Allan Poe
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting,
dreaming dreams no mortal ever dreamed before.

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.

Edgar Allan Poe
Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony
foretells, Through the balmy air of night, How they ring out their delight!

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.

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.

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.

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