15 Edgar Allan Poe Quotes on Death

Edgar Allan Poe quotes on death

11. Come! let the burial rite be read - the funeral song be sung! - An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young - A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

25. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

26. While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, 'Man', And its hero the Conqueror Worm.

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28. The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

35. The death then of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world, and equally is it beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are those of a bereaved lover.

45. As for myself, I am simply Hop-Frog, the jester - and this is my last jest.

48. Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest.

49. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down.

50. And when, amid no earthly moans, Down, down that town shall settle hence, Hell, rising from a thousand thrones, Shall do it reverence.

55. For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not - and very surely do I not dream. But to-morrow I die, and to-day I would unburthen my soul.

65. A strong argument for the religion of Christ is this - that offences against Charity are about the only ones which men on their death-beds can be made, not to understand, but to feel, as crime.

75. Sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless here for evermore.

78. 'Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'

85. Here once, through an alley Titanic, Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul - Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.

90. In her sepulcher there by the sea - In her tomb by the sounding sea.