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Edgar Allan Poe

1809 - 1849
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.
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In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed–
But a waking dream of life and ... [+]

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious ... [+]

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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 ... [+]

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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 ... [+]

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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 ... [+]

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Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as ... [+]

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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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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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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 ... [+]