I could have clasped the red walls to my bosom as a garment of eternal peace. Death, I said, any death but that of the pit! Fool! might I have not known that into the pit it was the object of the burn...
Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
And so being youngand dipped in folly,
That fitful strain of melancholy which will ever be found inseperable from the perfection of the beautiful.
In the under or mystic current of its meaning, I fancied that I perceived, and for the first time, a full consciousness on the part of Usher, of the tottering of his lofty reason upon her throne. The...
Yes, I said, for the love of God!
That is another of your odd notions, said the Prefect, who had a fashion of calling every thing odd that was beyond his comprehension, and thus lived amid an absolute legion of oddities.
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!Quoth the raven, Nevermore.
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 gentl...
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded –with what caution –with what foresight –with what dissimulation...
No thinking being lives who, at some luminous point of his life of thought, has not felt himself lost amid the surges of futile efforts at understanding, or believing, that anything exists greater tha...
It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.
I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of golden sand-How few! yet how they creep
I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things.
I believed, and still do believe, that truth, is frequently of its own essence, superficial, and that, in many cases, the depth lies more in the abysses where we seek her, than in the actual situation...
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,And...
Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries
Ah, not in knowledge is happiness, but in the acquisition of knowledge! In forever knowing, we are forever blessed; but to know all, were the curse of a fiend.
Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action for no other reason than because he knows he should not?
Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision,...