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Edgar Allan Poe Quotes - Page 6

Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem.

Edgar Allan Poe (2003). “Poems and Essays on Poetry”, p.142, Taylor & Francis

Grammar is the analysis of language.

Edgar Allan Poe (2014). “Complete Collection of Edgar Allan Poe - 170+ eBooks (Complete Tales, Poems, Novels, Essays, Miscellaneous, Play)”, p.1305, Ageless Reads

And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.

Edgar Allan Poe (1947). “The Pit and the Pendulum. - Wien: Leinmüller 1947. 32 S. kl. 8° (Englische Lesehefte f. Schule u. Haus. 3.)”, p.3, Hayes Barton Press

In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed-- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.

Edgar Allan Poe (2015). “Edgar Allan Poe: Poetry and Tales”, p.36, Library of America

I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror.

Edgar Allan Poe (2008). “Edgar Allan Poe's Annotated Short Stories”, p.161, Bottletree Books LLC

Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.

1846 Of the significance of the bird in his poem'The Raven'.'The Philosophy of Composition', in Graham's Magazine, Apr.

A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul.

Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson (1984). “Essays and Reviews”, p.71, Library of America

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

Edgar Allan Poe (2004). “The Collected Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe”, p.715, Wordsworth Editions

A poem in my opinion, is opposed to a work of science by having for its immediate object, pleasure, not truth.

Edgar Allan Poe (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe (Illustrated)”, p.3486, Delphi Classics

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.

Edgar Allan Poe (1980). “The Unknown Poe: An Anthology of Fugitive Writings”, p.50, City Lights Books

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

Edgar Allan Poe (2015). “A Classic Crime Collection”, p.177, Simon and Schuster