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b9945e0	Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.	dreams dreaming night	Edgar Allan Poe
dc11eb3	I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it.	humor self-irony self-confidence fool	Edgar Allan Poe
2057d01	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, rapping at my chamber door. Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -- Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon ..	pain	Edgar Allan Poe
16215d4	Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.		Edgar Allan Poe
c85f23a	Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence- whether much that is glorious- whether all that is profound- does not spring from disease of thought- from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.	sanity intelligence insanity	Edgar Allan Poe
4eb5225	The best things in life make you sweaty.	philosophical life love inspirational puberty meaning-of-life purpose	Edgar Allan Poe
3a78ec1	It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.	time dark future past dreams inspirational age dreaming	Edgar Allan Poe
a677e61	Invisible things are the only realities.	satire	Edgar Allan Poe
8985214	The true genius shudders at incompleteness -- imperfection -- and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said.	silence incompleteness shudder imperfection	Edgar Allan Poe
dc7e3a4	Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.		Edgar Allan Poe
1e073bb	I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.	poetry rhythm	Edgar Allan Poe
485cbb0	Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded...	sanity	Edgar Allan Poe
0109807	It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream.	wonder happiness morella short-story	Edgar Allan Poe
ea45b2f	The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?	life	Edgar Allan Poe
68027cb	I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down." [ , August 8, 1839]"	reading great-writing good-books	Edgar Allan Poe
07b9c31	There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.		Edgar Allan Poe
509c612	Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream.	sanity dreams insanity	Edgar Allan Poe
c9e8360	Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."		Edgar Allan Poe
0642fcc	From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, Fro..	poetry strange	Edgar Allan Poe
4155144	Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil.	mind wisdom eternity mystery	Edgar Allan Poe
f6c9cfb	To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!		Edgar Allan Poe
8e5b1e3	But our love was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.		Edgar Allan Poe
7749d73	And I fell violently on my face.		Edgar Allan Poe
08bb5fd	True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute.	madness guilt	Edgar Allan Poe
b897732	The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.	violence intemperance	Edgar Allan Poe
61abe16	Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore...		Edgar Allan Poe
fc521e3	Leave my loneliness unbroken		Edgar Allan Poe
7218241	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, rapping at my chamber door.		Edgar Allan Poe
ce13942	Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?		Edgar Allan Poe
ee3f5b5	Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- 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 ? that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.	poetry	Edgar Allan Poe
c408ac2	Men have called me mad; but the question is not settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence -- whether much that is glorious -- whether all that is profound -- does not spring from disease of thought -- from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who only dream by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and..	poe madness	Edgar Allan Poe
8879576	In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an opium-dream - an airy and spirit-lifting vision more wildly divine than the fantasies which hovered about the slumbering souls of the daughters of Delos.	youth greek-mythology	Edgar Allan Poe
b3afc7b	Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.	life philosophy truth relevance	Edgar Allan Poe
87e7785	Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!		Edgar Allan Poe
89a5798	Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.		Edgar Allan Poe
4657f95	Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.	satire	Edgar Allan Poe
79be547	For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,	poe poetry death love	Edgar Allan Poe
70695ff	I Hear the sledges with the bells - Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells - From the jingling ..	poe poetry happiness horror	Edgar Allan Poe
a62c33b	We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.		Edgar Allan Poe
66047f9	that fitful strain of melancholy which will ever be found inseperable from the perfection of the beautiful.		Edgar Allan Poe
740c74a	Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.	the-city-in-the-sea	Edgar Allan Poe
ad3cbeb	You call it hope -- that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire.	poetry	Edgar Allan Poe
0b76c8c	A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on. (Montresor)		Edgar Allan Poe
72ed062	For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but i feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.	poetry	Edgar Allan Poe

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

Edgar Allan Poe

dc11eb3

I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it.

humor self-irony self-confidence fool

Edgar Allan Poe

2057d01

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, rapping at my chamber door. Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -- Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon ..

pain

Edgar Allan Poe

16215d4

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

Edgar Allan Poe

c85f23a

Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence- whether much that is glorious- whether all that is profound- does not spring from disease of thought- from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.

sanity intelligence insanity

Edgar Allan Poe

4eb5225

The best things in life make you sweaty.

philosophical life love inspirational puberty meaning-of-life purpose

Edgar Allan Poe

3a78ec1

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

time dark future past dreams inspirational age dreaming

Edgar Allan Poe

a677e61

Invisible things are the only realities.

satire

Edgar Allan Poe

8985214

The true genius shudders at incompleteness -- imperfection -- and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said.

silence incompleteness shudder imperfection

Edgar Allan Poe

dc7e3a4

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Edgar Allan Poe

1e073bb

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.

poetry rhythm

Edgar Allan Poe

485cbb0

Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded...

sanity

Edgar Allan Poe

0109807

It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream.

wonder happiness morella short-story

Edgar Allan Poe

ea45b2f

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

life

Edgar Allan Poe

68027cb

I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down." [ , August 8, 1839]"

reading great-writing good-books

Edgar Allan Poe

07b9c31

There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.

Edgar Allan Poe

509c612

Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream.

sanity dreams insanity

Edgar Allan Poe

c9e8360

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Edgar Allan Poe

0642fcc

From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, Fro..

poetry strange

Edgar Allan Poe

4155144

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil.

mind wisdom eternity mystery

Edgar Allan Poe

f6c9cfb

To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!

Edgar Allan Poe

8e5b1e3

But our love was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

Edgar Allan Poe

7749d73

And I fell violently on my face.

Edgar Allan Poe

08bb5fd

True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute.

madness guilt

Edgar Allan Poe

b897732

The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.

violence intemperance

Edgar Allan Poe

61abe16

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore...

Edgar Allan Poe

fc521e3

Leave my loneliness unbroken

Edgar Allan Poe

7218241

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, rapping at my chamber door.

Edgar Allan Poe

ce13942

Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe

ee3f5b5

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- 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 ? that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.

poetry

Edgar Allan Poe

c408ac2

Men have called me mad; but the question is not settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence -- whether much that is glorious -- whether all that is profound -- does not spring from disease of thought -- from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who only dream by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and..

poe madness

Edgar Allan Poe

8879576

In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an opium-dream - an airy and spirit-lifting vision more wildly divine than the fantasies which hovered about the slumbering souls of the daughters of Delos.

youth greek-mythology

Edgar Allan Poe

b3afc7b

Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.

life philosophy truth relevance

Edgar Allan Poe

87e7785

Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!

Edgar Allan Poe

89a5798

Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.

Edgar Allan Poe

4657f95

Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.

satire

Edgar Allan Poe

79be547

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,

poe poetry death love

Edgar Allan Poe

70695ff

I Hear the sledges with the bells - Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells - From the jingling ..

poe poetry happiness horror

Edgar Allan Poe

a62c33b

We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.

Edgar Allan Poe

66047f9

that fitful strain of melancholy which will ever be found inseperable from the perfection of the beautiful.

Edgar Allan Poe

740c74a

Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.

the-city-in-the-sea

Edgar Allan Poe

ad3cbeb

You call it hope -- that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire.

poetry

Edgar Allan Poe

0b76c8c

A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on. (Montresor)

Edgar Allan Poe

72ed062

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but i feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

poetry

Edgar Allan Poe