May 2012
81 posts
“To write is human—not to write is divine.”
– “TO MARGARET” by Edgar Allan Poe (via sheonlyreadsbooks)
“… so no act is without infinite result.”
– “The Power of Words” by Edgar Allan Poe (via sheonlyreadsbooks)
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme...
yingyangterrie:
-Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe
culturebits:
He was born on January 19, 1809 in Boston, Massachusetts. A year later, his father abandoned his mother, his two siblings and Edgar. In 1811, Edgar’s mother, Elizabeth, died. Edgar was then taken into the Allan family, a rich family from Virginia.
The Allan family moved to England in 1815, returning to America in 1820. Edgar enrolled at the University of Virginia in 1825. While...
The Cask of Amontillado
time-less-limit:
THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely, settled —but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must...
Evening Star
sordidmagic:
'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy...
“To the few who love me and whom I love, to those who feel rather than to those...”
– Preface to “Eureka” by Edgar Allan Poe (via lainalite)
Eleonora by Edgar Allan Poe
quixoticnation:
I AM come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion. Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence — whether much that is glorious- whether all that is profound — does not spring from disease of thought — from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. They who dream by day are...
Alone (1830) - Edgar Allan Poe
ladyolivierx:
From my childhood’s hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then - in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life - was drawn From every depth of good and ill The...
The Imp of the Perverse
sedsumetter:
Induction, a posteriori, would have brought phrenology to admit, as an innate and primitive principal of human action, a paradoxical something, which we may call perverseness, for want of a more characteristic term. In the sense I intend, it is, in fact, a mobile without motive, a motive not motiviert. Through its prompting we act without comprehensible object; or, if this shall be...
