Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.[, August 8, 1839]
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
Once upon a midnight dreary while I pondered weak and weary Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.
To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.
The true genius shudders at incompleteness — imperfection — and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said.
Ceux qui revent eveilles ont conscience de 1000 choses qui echapent a ceux qui ne revent qu'endormis.
Twas noontide of summer,And mid-time of night;And stars, in their orbits,Shone pale, thro' the lightOf the brighter, cold moon,'Mid planets her slaves,Herself in the Heavens,Her beam on the waves.I ga...
Every moment of the nightForever changing placesAnd they put out the star-lightWith the breath from their pale faces
So resolute is the world to despise anything which carries with it an air of simplicity.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it.
A skillful literary artist has constructed a tale. If wise, he has not fashioned his thoughts to accommodate his incidents; but having conceived, with deliberate care, a certain unique or single effec...
A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.
I saw thee once - only once - years ago:I must not say how many - but not many.It was a July midnight; and from outA full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,Sought a precipitate pathway up...
Lord help my poor soul.
I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.
Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of earth is multiform. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow, its hues are as various as the hues of that arch, --as distinct too, yet as intimately blended...
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.