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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.

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The Tell-Tale Heart

Edgar Allan Poe

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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The Cask of Amontillado

Edgar Allan Poe

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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The Purloined Letter

Edgar Allan Poe

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 Masque of the Red Death

Edgar Allan Poe

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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The Raven

Edgar Allan Poe

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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A Dream Within a Dream

Edgar Allan Poe

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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The Pit and the Pendulum

Edgar Allan Poe

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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A Dream

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 broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On ...  [+]