Quotations From EDGAR ALLAN POE


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  • Nor will this overwhelming tendency to do wrong for wrong's sake, admit of analysis, or resolution into ulterior elements. It is a radical, a primitive impulse—elementary.
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. "The Imp of the Perverse," Graham's Magazine (1845). Perverseness contradictorily manifesting murder, confession, and repression.
  • There might be a class of beings, human once, but now to humanity invisible, for whose scrutiny, and for whose refined appreciation of the beautiful, more especially than for our own, had been set in order by God the great landscape-garden of the whole earth.
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. "The Landscape Garden," Ladies Companion (1842). Dreaming of communion with superior beings.

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  • Think ... before the words—the vows are spoken, which put yet another terrible bar between us.... I call upon you in the name of God ... to be sincere with me—Can you, my Annie, bear to think I am another's?
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. The Letters of Edgar Allan Poe, letter, November 16, 1848, to Annie Richmond, ed. John Ward Ostrom (1966). To Annie Richmond on the eve of his planned marriage to Elmira Shelton.

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  • Imperceptibly the love of these dischords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. The Letters of Edgar Allan Poe, letter, December 1, 1835, to Beverly Tucker, ed. John Ward Ostrom (1966). The poetics of atonality.

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  • In writing these Tales ... at long intervals, I have kept the book-unity always in mind ... with reference to its effect as part of a whole.
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. The Letters of Edgar Allan Poe, letter, August 9, 1846, to Philip P. Cooke, ed. John Ward Ostrom (1966). Unity of self and art: Poe's overriding goal.
  • My love—my faith—should instil into your bosom a praeternatural calm. You would rest from care.... You would get better.... And if not, Helen,... if you died—then at least would I clasp your dear hand in death, and willingly—oh, joyfully ... go down with you into the night of the Grave.
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. The Letters of Edgar Allan Poe, letter, October 1, 1848, to Sarah Helen Whitman, ed. John Ward Ostrom (1966). Wooing surrogates of his deceased mother.

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  • The history of all Magazines shows plainly that those which have attained celebrity were indebted for it to articles similar in natureto Berenice—although, I grant you, far superior in style and execution. I say similar in nature. You ask me in what does this nature consist? In the ludicrous heightened into the grotesque: the fearful coloured into the horrible: the witty exaggerated into the burlesque: the singular wrought out into the strange and mystical.
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. The Letters of Edgar Allan Poe, letter, April 30, 1835, to Thomas W. White, ed. John Ward Ostrom (1966). Current literary fashions fueling and rationalizing Poe's attraction to the grotesque.

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  • There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit; but the case of song-writing is, I think, one of the few.
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1845), U.S. poet, critic, short-story writer. repr. In Essays and Reviews (1984). "Marginalia," Southern Literary Messenger (Richmond, Va., April 1849).

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  • I must not only punish, but punish with impunity. 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.
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. The narrator, in "The Cask of Amontillado," Godey's Magazine and Lady's Book (1846). Revenge perfected into an art by the psychopathic Montresor.
  • Thank Heaven! the crisis —
    The danger, is past,
    And the lingering illness,
    Is over at last M,
    And the fever called "Living"
    Is conquered at last.
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1845), U.S. poet, critic, short-story writer. For Annie, st. 1.

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