Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe was an American writer, editor and literary critic. He was the central figure of Romanticism in the United States and one of the country’s earliest practitioners of the short story. He is very famous for his tales and poems of horror and mystery, his short stories and his use of the macabre. He was also the first well known American writer to try and make a living out of writing alone.
Classics
19th Century
8 min
True! –nervous –very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses –not destroyed –not dulled them. Above all was the sense
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Classics
19th Century
9 min
The Cask of Amontillado
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
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Classics
19th Century
27 min
The Purloined Letter
At Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18–, I was enjoying the twofold luxury of meditation and a meerschaum, in company with my friend C. Auguste Dupin, in his little back
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Classics
19th Century
28 min
The Fall of the House of Usher
Son coeur est un luth suspendu;
Sitôt qu'on le touche il résonne.
De Béranger. During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively ... [+]
Sitôt qu'on le touche il résonne.
De Béranger. During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively ... [+]
Classics
19th Century
9 min
The Masque of the Red Death
The red death had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal–the madness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and
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Classics
19th Century
4 min
The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore–
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one
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Classics
19th Century
1 min
A Dream Within a Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow–
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
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Classics
19th Century
23 min
The Pit and the Pendulum
Impia tortorum longas hic turba furores
Sanguinis innocui non satiata, aluit.
Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro,
Mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque patent.
I WAS sick, sick unto ... [+]
Sanguinis innocui non satiata, aluit.
Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro,
Mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque patent.
I WAS sick, sick unto ... [+]
Classics
19th Century
1 min
Spirits of the Dead
Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness ... [+]
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness ... [+]
Classics
19th Century
1 min
A Dream
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed–
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On ... [+]
Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On ... [+]
Classics
19th Century
3 min
Ulalume: A Ballad
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crispéd and sere—
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It ... [+]
The leaves they were crispéd and sere—
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It ... [+]
Classics
19th Century
1 min
Romance
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been–most familia
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