From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could...
I am come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion. Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence — whether much...
William Wilson. A Tale. What say of it? what say of conscience grim,That spectre in my path? CHAMBERLAINE’S PHARRONIDA. Let me call myself, for the present, William Wilson...
The Conqueror Worm Lo! ’tis a gala nightWithin the lonesome latter years —A mystic throng, bewinged, bedightIn veils and drowned in tears,Sit in a theatre to seeA play of hopes...
The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether During the autumn of 18—, while on a tour through the extreme Southern provinces of France, my route led me within a...
To One in Paradise Thou wast that all to me, love,For which my soul did pine —A green isle in the sea, love, —A fountain and a shrineAll wreathed with...
A Dream Within a Dream Take this kiss upon thy brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow —You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been...
Berenice — A Tale. Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of earth is multiform. Overreaching the wide horizon like the rainbow, its hues are as various as the hues of that...
