The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 5
1829
The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 5
1829
The man who invented the detective story. The poet who turned grief into music. The writer who understood that the deepest horror lives not in monsters, but in the human mind. Poe's collected works gather the stories and poems that birthed modern horror and mystery, from the fever-dream descent into "The Fall of the House of Usher" to the impossible locked-room logic of "The Murders in the Rue Morgue," the first detective story ever written. Here too is "The Raven," that addictive litany of loss, and "The Pit and the Pendulum," a tour de force of claustrophobic terror. Volume 5 also contains "Philosophy of Furniture," Poe's surprisingly sharp essay on aesthetics and taste, proving his genius extended beyond the macabre. These are the stories that taught the world how to be frightened by words.
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“Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.””
— Edgar Allan Poe
“Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.””
— 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 deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand-How few! yet how they creepThrough my fingers to the deep,While I weep- while I weep!O God! can I not graspThem with a tighter clasp?O God! can I not saveOne from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?””
— Edgar Allan Poe
“It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream.””
— Edgar Allan Poe
“I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down."[, August 8, 1839]””
— Edgar Allan Poe
“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil.””
— Edgar Allan Poe
“To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!””
— Edgar Allan Poe
“Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?””
— Edgar Allan Poe
“Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old”
— Edgar Allan Poe
