“DOWN — Certainly, Relentlessly Down! It Vibrated Within Three-Inches Of My Bosom…”

“…I Struggled Violently, Furiously, To Free My Left Arm. This Was Free Only From The Elbow To The Hand. I Could Reach The Latter, From The Platter Beside Me, To My Mouth, With Great Effort, But No Farther. Could I Have Broken The Fastenings Above The Elbow, I Would Have Seized And Attempted To Arrest The Pendulum. I Might As Well Have Attempted To Arrest An Avalanche! …“

—EDGAR ALLAN POE

(From His “THE PIT And THE PENDULUM“)

“My Own Mistake Arose, Naturally Enough, Through Too Careless, Too Inquisitive, And Too Impulsive A Temperament…”

“…But Of Late, It Is A Rare Thing That I Sleep Soundly At Night.  There Is A Countenance Which Haunts Me, Turn As I Will. There Is An Hysterical Laugh Which Will Forever Ring Within My Ears.“

–“THE OBLONG BOX“

by EDGAR ALLAN POE

“In Visions Of The Dark Night, I Have Dreamed Of Joy Departed…”

“…But A Waking Dream Of Life And Light, Hath Left Me Brokenhearted…”

(From His Poem “DREAM“)

—EDGAR ALLAN POE

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“…For A Moment, She Remained Trembling And Reeling To And Fro Upon The Threshold…”

“…Then, With A Low Moaning Cry, Fell Heavily Inward Upon The Person Of Her Brother, And In Her Violent And Now Final Death-Agonies, Bore Him To The Floor A Corpse, And A Victim To The Terrors He Had Anticipated. …”

—EDGAR ALLAN POE

“THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER“

“LO! Death Hath Reared Himself A Throne…”

“…In A Strange City… All Alone… Far Down Within The Dim West… And The Good… And The Bad… And The Worst… And The Best… Have Gone To Their Eternal Rest. …“

—EDGAR ALLAN POE

(“The Doomed City” (aka “The City In The Sea“)
(1848))

(1809–1849)

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“…Quaintest Thoughts… Queerest Fancies… Come To Life And Fade Away… What Care I How Time Advances… I Am Drinking Ale Today.” –EDGAR ALLAN POE (“Lines On Ale” (1848))

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(1809–1849)

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“In One Case Out Of A Hundred…”

“…A Point Is Excessively Discussed Because It Is Obscure. In The Ninety-Nine Remaining, It Is Obscure Because It Is Excessively Discussed.“

—EDGAR ALLAN POE

(1809–1849)

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“But Evil Things In Robes Of Sorrow…”

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“…Assailed The Monarch’s High Estate…

…Ah, Let Us Mourn, For Never Morrow Shall Dawn Upon Him Desolate. …“

“…And ’round About His Home The Glory…

…That Blushed And Bloomed…

…Is But A Dim-Remembered Story Of The Old-Time Entombed.“

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—EDGAR ALLAN POE

(From His Poem “THE HAUNTED PALACE“)

“In Our Endeavors To Recall To Memory Something Long Forgotten…”

“…We Often Find Ourselves Upon The Very Verge Of Remembrance, Without Being Able, In The End, To Remember.“

—EDGAR ALLAN POE

(1809–1849)

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