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EDGAR ALLAN POE
American poet and prose writer
(1809 - 1849)
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"Listen to me," said the Demon as he placed his hand upon my head.
      - Silence--A Fable, a short story
        [Books (First Lines)]

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 and the tingling of the bells.
      - The Bells (st. 1) [Bells]

Hear the mellow wedding bells,
  Golden bells!
    What a world of happiness their harmony foretells
      Through the balmy air of night
        How they ring out their delight!
          From the molten golden notes,
            And all in tune
              What a liquid ditty floats
                To the turtle-dove that listens while she gloats
                  On the moon!
      - The Bells (st. 2) [Bells]

The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as best I could; but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge.
      - The Cask of Amontillado, a short story
        [Books (First Lines)]

Out--out are the lights--out all!
  And, over each quivering form,
    The curtain, a funeral pall,
      Comes down with the rush of a storm,
        And the angels, all pallid and wan,
          Uprising, unveiling, affirm
            That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
              And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
      - The Conqueror Worm (st. 5) [Death]

During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was - but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.
      - The Fall of the House of Usher
        [Books (First Lines)]

It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma or the kind which human ingenuity may not, by proper application resolve.
      - The Gold Bug [Success]

Many years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He was of an ancient Huguenot family, and had once been wealthy; but a series of misfortunes had reduced him to want.
      - The Gold Bug [Books (First Lines)]

The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis. We appreciate them only in their effects. We know of them, among other things, that they are always to their possessor, when inordinately possessed, a source of the liveliest enjoyment.
      - The Murders in the Rue Morgue
        [Books (First Lines)]

I was sick--sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me. The sentence--the dread sentence of death--was the last of distinct accentuation which reached my ears.
      - The Pit and the Pendulum
        [Books (First Lines)]

And still the Raven, never flitting,
  Still is sitting, still is sitting
    On the pallid bust of Pallas
      Just above my chamber door;
        And his eyes have all the seeming
          Of a demon's that is dreaming,
            And the lamplight o'er him streaming
              Throws his shadow on the floor,
                And my soul from out that shadow,
                  That lies floating on the floor,
                    Shall be lifted--nevermore.
      - The Raven (st. 18) [Ravens]

Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly shore,--
  Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
    Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!"
      - The Raven (st. 8) [Birds : Ravens]

TRUE!--nervous--very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses--not destroyed--not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily--how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
      - The Tell-Tale Heart [Books (First Lines)]

By late accounts from Rotterdam, that city seems to be in a high state of philosophical excitement. Indeed, phenomena have there occurred of a nature so completely unexpected--so entirely novel--so utterly at variance with preconceived opinions--as to leave no doubt on my mind that long ere this all Europe is in an uproar, all physics in a ferment, all reason and astronomy together by the ears.
      - The Unparalleled Adventures of One Hans Pfall
        [Books (First Lines)]


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