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@poe-quotes
“A fairy land of flowers, and fruit, and sunshine, and crystal lakes, and over-arching forests,…”
— Edgar Allan Poe, from “Scenes of an Unpublished Drama,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
“I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.”
— Edgar Allen Poe (via dragongirl420)
““Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!- Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted- On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore- Is there- is there balm in Gilead?*- tell me- tell me, I implore!“ Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” – The Raven, Edgar Allen Poe”
— (via curiouslystrangehorror)
“A fairy land of flowers, and fruit, and sunshine, and crystal lakes, and over-arching forests,…”
— Edgar Allan Poe, from “Scenes of an Unpublished Drama,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
There are few persons who have not, at some period of their lives, amused themselves in retracing the steps by which particular conclusions of their own minds have been attained. The occupation is often full of interest; and he who attempts it for the first time is astonished by the apparently illimitable distance and incoherence between the starting-point and the goal.
Edgar Allen Poe (via theunquotables)
Thou wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine— A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast! A voice from out the Future cries, “On! on!”—but o’er the Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast! For, alas! alas! with me The light of Life is o’er! No more—no more—no more— (Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar! And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy grey eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams— In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams.
Edgar Allen Poe ‘To one in Paradise’ (via vint-agge-xx)
Because you’re young, you’re torn between a world of hate and a world of dreams; So much to lose, so much to gain. So much to fight for, and so much to change.
Edgar Allen Poe (via aliaaafify)
It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.
Edgar Allen Poe. (via sublimequotesilove)
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind
Edgar Allen Poe (via darkrapture1313)
Deep in earth my love is lying. And I must weep alone.
Deep In Earth by Edgar Allen Poe (via literarylines)
A Dream Within a Dream Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
Edgar Allen Poe (via magictransistor)
And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
Edgar Allen Poe (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)
And darkness, decay, and the Red Death held illimitable domination over all.
The Masque of the Red Death (via lasheeda)
Years of love have been forgot in the hatred of a minute.
Edgar Allen Poe. (via sublimequotesilove)
It is this wild longing — it is this eager vehemence of desire for life —
Edgar Allan Poe, from The Complete Works; “Ligeia,” (via violentwavesofemotion)