A feeling, for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul.

— Edgar Allan Poe

Ah, Death, the specter which sate at all feasts! How often, Monks, did we lose ourselves in speculations upon its nature! How mysteriously did it act as a check to human bliss - saying unto it "thus far, and no farther!

— Edgar Allan Poe

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore.

— Edgar Allan Poe

Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope! That didst arise But to be overcast! A voice from out the Future cries, "On! On!" — but o'er the Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast.

— Edgar Allan Poe

Ah, not in knowledge is happiness, but in the acquisition of knowledge! In forever knowing, we are forever blessed; but to know all, were the curse of a fiend.

— Edgar Allan Poe

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.

— Edgar Allan Poe

All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.

— Edgar Allan Poe

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

— Edgar Allan Poe

A man's grammar, like Caesar's wife, should not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.

— Edgar Allan Poe

And all I loved, I loved alone.

— Edgar Allan Poe