The pioneers and missionaries of religion have been the real cause of more trouble and war than all other classes of mankind. Edgar Allan Poe More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe More Quotes From Edgar Allan Poe The Merchant, to Secure His Treasure The merchant, to secure his treasure, Conveys it in a borrowed name: Euphelia serves to grace my measure, But Cloe is my real flame. My softest verse, my darling lyre Upon Euphelia's toilet lay - When Cloe noted her desire That I should sing, that I should play. My lyre I tune, my voice I raise, But with my numbers mix my sighs; And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise, I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes. Fair Cloe blushed; Euphelia frowned: I sung, and gazed; I played, and trembled: And Venus to the Loves around Remarked how ill we all dissembled. Edgar Allan Poe eye real love To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo, in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand, Ah! Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! Edgar Allan Poe home hair beauty Most writers - poets in especial - prefer having it understood that they compose by a species of fine frenzy - an ecstatic intuition - and would positively shudder at letting the public take a peep behind the scenes. Edgar Allan Poe intuition creative writing For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Edgar Allan Poe moon dream beautiful Alas! for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow, From love to titled age and crime, And an unholy pillow! From me, and from our misty clime, Where weeps the silver willow! Edgar Allan Poe silver crime age It is with literature as with law or empire - an established name is an estate in tenure, or a throne in possession. Edgar Allan Poe thoughtful law names True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? Edgar Allan Poe nervous mad Man is an animal that diddles, and there is no animal that diddles but man. Edgar Allan Poe thoughtful animal men Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old— This knight so bold— And o’er his heart a shadow— Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow— ‘Shadow,’ said he, ‘Where can it be— This land of Eldorado?’ ‘Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride,’ The shade replied,— ‘If you seek for Eldorado! Edgar Allan Poe failure strength song A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul. Edgar Allan Poe thoughtful titles soul Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. Edgar Allan Poe perverseness remembrance memories And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... Edgar Allan Poe nevermore sitting-still ravens If you are ever drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations. Edgar Allan Poe notes hung ifs In the marginalia ... we talk only to ourselves; we therefore talk freshly - boldly - originally - with abandonment - without conceit. Edgar Allan Poe abandonment conceit writing Tell me truly, I implore-- Is there-- is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore! Edgar Allan Poe There are few persons, even among the calmest thinkers, who have not occasionally been startled into a vague yet thrilling half credence in the supernatural, by coincidences of so seemingly marvellous a character that, as mere coincidences, the intellect has been unable to receive them. Edgar Allan Poe coincidence half character I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have the power of thus affecting us, still the analysis of this power lies among considerations beyond our depth. It was possible, I reflected, that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the scene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate its capacity for sorrowful impression. Edgar Allan Poe simple lying fall I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. Edgar Allan Poe sea heaven children And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Edgar Allan Poe embers dying ghost -ev'n with us the breath Of Science dims the mirror of our joy. Edgar Allan Poe mirrors joy science
