artofcuriosity: To Helen by Edgar Allan Poe Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicéan 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...
‘Villains!’ I shrieked. ‘Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the...– The Tell Tale Heart, Edgar Allan Poe (via indescribablyaverage)
The Valley of Unrest by Edgar Allan Poe
runbythemedia: Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars, Nightly, from their azure towers, To keep watch above the flowers, In the midst of which all day The red sun-light lazily lay. Now each visitor shall confess The sad valley’s restlessness. Nothing there is motionless— Nothing save the airs that brood Over the...
There are moments when even to the sober eye of reason, the world of our sad...– Edgar Allan Poe (via cthulhucoffee)
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is...– Edgar Allan Poe (via emtc)
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.– Edgar Allan Poe (via middecember)
Berenice and I were cousins, and we grew up together in my paternal halls — Yet...– Edgar Allan Poe, Berenice (via affs92)
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream...– Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora (via affs92)
Oh, outcast of all outcasts most abandoned! — to the earth art thou not forever...– Edgar Allan Poe, “William Wilson” (via angel-of-silence)
calliopeart: “She was a maiden of rarest beauty, and not more lovely than full of glee. And evil was the hour when she saw, and loved, and wedded the painter. He, passionate, studious, austere, and having already a bride in his Art; she a maiden of rarest beauty, and not more lovely than full of glee; all light and smiles, and frolicsome as the young fawn; loving and cherishing all things;...
Villains!” I shrieked, “disemble no more! I admit the deed! - tear up the...– edgar allan poe - the tell-tale heart (via abstieg-und-zerfall)