A man's grammar, like Caesar's wife, must not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.
Edgar Allan PoeRead
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A man's grammar, like Caesar's wife, must not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.
..bear in mind that, in general, it is the object of our newspapers rather to create a sensation-to make a point-than to further the cause of truth." Dupin in "The Mystery of Marie Roget
And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
In the Heaven's above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as that of 'Mother.
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!
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.
The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.
There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him who, shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a Plunge.
That the play is the tragedy, “Man,” And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.
And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but overacuteness of the senses?
And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms, that move fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever And laugh — but smile no more.
We gave him a hearty welcome, for there was nearly half as much of the entertaining as of the contemptible about the man.
Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
Invisible things are the only realities.
Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.
To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
The rain came down upon my head - Unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind.
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