Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror.
Edgar Allan Poe
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Author Details:
Type:
Poet Quotes
Category:
American Poet Quotes
Date of Birth:
January 19, 1809
Date of Death:
October 7, 1849
Nationality:
American
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Select Edgar Allan Poe Quotations:
We loved with a love that was more than love.
Edgar Allan Poe
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
Edgar Allan Poe
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.
Edgar Allan Poe
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Edgar Allan Poe
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Edgar Allan Poe
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
Edgar Allan Poe
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
Edgar Allan Poe
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Quote Keywords:

Abhorrence,
Absolute,
Danger,
Effect,
Except,
Indeed,
Terror
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Dictionary Links:

Abhorrence,
Absolute,
Danger,
Effect,
Except,
Indeed,
Terror
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All Edgar Allan Poe Quotations:
A strong argument for the religion...
All religion, my friend, is simply...
All that we see or seem...
Beauty of whatever kind, in its...
Deep into that darkness peering, long...
Experience has shown, and a true...
I am above the weakness of...
I became insane, with long intervals...
I have great faith in fools...
I have no faith in human...
I have, indeed, no abhorrence of...
I wish I could write as...
I would define, in brief, the...
If you wish to forget anything...
In criticism I will be bold...
In one case out of a...
It is by no means an...
It is the nature of truth...
It will be found, in fact...
Man's real life is happy, chiefly...
Of puns it has been said...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while...
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of...
Science has not yet taught us...
Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
That man is not truly brave...
That pleasure which is at once...
The boundaries which divide Life from...
The death of a beautiful woman...
The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's...
The ninety and nine are with...
The nose of a mob is...
The rudiment of verse may, possibly...
The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and...
There are few cases in which...
There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.
There is something in the unselfish...
They who dream by day are...
Those who dream by day are...
To vilify a great man is...
We loved with a love that...
Were I called on to define...
With me poetry has not been...
Words have no power to impress...
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