With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

Quote by Edgar Allan Poe

Topics: Passion Quotes, Poetry Quotes

Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will...

Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will...

There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly...

There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly...

I have great faith in fools - my friends call it self-confidence

I have great faith in fools - my friends call it self-confidence

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect,...

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect,...

Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term art, I should call it...

Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term art, I should call it...

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty

There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our...

There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our...

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no...

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no...

Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the...

Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the...

There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of...

There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of...

The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.

The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall...

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall...

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm

There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing...

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing...

It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to...

It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to...

Stupidity is a talent for misconception.

Stupidity is a talent for misconception.

The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.

The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.