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That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.

That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.

Edgar Allan Poe
Beauty, Beautiful, Intense
Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson (1984). “Essays and Reviews”, p.78, Library of America

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Edgar Allan Poe
Beauty, Fall, Carpe Diem
Edgar Allan Poe (2012). “Edgar Allan Poe: Selected Poetry and Tales”, p.506, Broadview Press

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

Edgar Allan Poe
Beauty, Thoughtful, Poetry
"The Poetic Principle". Essay by Edgar Allan Poe, 1850.

Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem.

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

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
Beauty, Beautiful, Appreciation
Edgar Allan Poe (2015). “The Landscape Garden”, p.9, Booklassic

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
Beauty, Home, Hair
"To Helen" l. 8 (1831)

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