Biography
Friends and Family
David Poe, Jr
[Father]
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Elizabeth Arnold Poe
[Mother]
Trivia and Quotes
Quotes
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it `the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.` The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of `Artist.`
We loved with a love that was more than love.
To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.
There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.
There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit; but the case of song-writing is, I think, one of the few.
The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.
The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.
The generous Critic fann`d the Poet`s fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
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?
That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.
That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.
Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.
Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them.
Man`s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.
It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.
It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.
In one case out of a hundred a point is excessively discussed because it is obscure; in the ninety-nine remaining it is obscure because it is excessively discussed.
In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me.
If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror.
I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.
I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.
Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger portion of the truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
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.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
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We loved with a love that was more than love.
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Filled with mingled cream and amber I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chambers of my brain -- Quaintest thoughts -- queerest fancies Come to life and fade away; Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.
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As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all, and thus would have been at the mercy of the Prefect
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Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
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There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere man
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There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit; but the case of song-writing is, I think, one of the few.
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
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Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again.
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Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.
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Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.
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I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.
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The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
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With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
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Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
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To be thoroughly conversant with a man`s heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of despair.
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
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Depend upon it, after all, Thomas, Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man. For my own part, there is no seducing me from the path.
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There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction.
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It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve.
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
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Trivia
Has two siblings; brother William and sister Rosalie. His parents, David Poe Jr. and Elizabeth Arnold Poe, were touring actors.
Studied in England during the years 1815-20.
Poe didn`t earn a cent from his most famous poem, "The Raven", having published it first in a newspaper for free and thereby losing any and all future copyright monies. The original title of "The Raven" was "To Lenore" but upon having dinner with Charles Dickens and learning of the great writer`s recently deceased pet bird, which just happened to be a raven, Poe reworked the poem to include the black bird as a central figure. Poe wrote "The Raven" with the intent of creating what he called an "adult fairy tale" and when asked why he didn`t start the poem with the traditional "Once upon a time" but used "Once upon a midnight dreary" Poe replied, "In my `time` it`s always `midnight dreary.`" All of Poe`s stories took place at night, or if a day scene was required, it was the bleakest, foulest day of the year.
Virginia Clemm (b.1822) was his cousin/niece
Pictured on a 3˘ US postage stamp in the Famous Americans/Poets series, issued 7 October 1949.
Appears on sleeve of The Beatles` "Sgt Pepper`s Lonely Hearts Club Band".
Considered by many to have invented the American horror story, science fiction, and the detective story.
The Edgar Awards for mystery literature was named in honor of his writing.
Was a sergeant major at West Point.
Wrote the first modern detective story.
There is some mystery surrounding the actual conditions of his death. In October 1849 he was found lying in a gutter, drunk, barely conscious and wearing someone else`s clothing. He died shortly thereafter of apparent alcohol poisoning. However, some historians believe that there may have been other reasons for his untimely demise. The most common theory is that he was a victim of a political kidnapping and made to vote in a local mayoral election while dressed up in different clothes and under the influence of massive amounts of alcohol, so that he would not remember anything. Others believe that he may have had a massive brain tumor that led to a stroke; this theory is aided somewhat by the fact that Poe had a rather large, oddly-shaped head.
Every year on the date of Poe`s birthday, a mystery man leaves a bottle of cognac and roses on Poe`s grave in Baltimore, Maryland.
The NFL franchise Baltimore Ravens are named so because of his famous poem, "The Raven". He, of course, was from Baltimore.
In the September 1996 edition of the "Maryland Medical Journal," Physician R. Michael Benitez -- who ran the coronary care unit at the Baltimore V.A. Medical Center and taught at the University of Maryland Medical Center -- published his conclusion that Poe died of rabies contracted via an animal bite, probably from a pet cat. Poe`s symptoms and death indicate he suffered from rabies, a viral encephalitis that attacks the brain and central nervous system. Rabies -- which is transmitted from the saliva of an infected animal to the open wound of a new host -- is characterized by wide fluctuations in pulse, perspiration, delirium, coma and confusion. A patient typically seems to recover, then suffers a relapse. The clinical course of rabies is four days, after which the patient dies without treatment. These were Poe`s symptoms, and his case lasted four days before he died. According to Benitez, only twice in recorded history has anyone survived rabies, and "they weren`t quite the same people they were before" as rabies causes irrevocable brain damage. Poe kept cats, and although there is no record of his ever having been bitten, Benitez noted that only 27 percent of recent rabies victims ever remembered the bite. The incubation period can last up to a year. In Poe`s time, there was no treatment for rabies, which was invariably fatal. For Poe, it was almost a case of life (and death) imitating art, an end as inevitable and as gruesome as the sufferings of his tortured characters.
Poe met Charles Dickens during the Englishman`s 1842 tour of America. On March 6, 1842, Poe and Dickens arranged to meet while he was in Philadelphia. Dickens had been greatly impressed by Poe`s ability to guess the ending of his 1841 serialized novel "Barnaby Rudge". In the "Saturday Evening Post" edition of May 1841, Poe had reviewed the work, which was being published serially in a magazine a chapter at a time. At the meeting, Dickens agreed to consider writing for the magazine that Poe edited, "Graham`s", and to try to find an English publisher for Poe`s "Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque". Nothing of substance came from either promise. Curiously, Dickens owned a pet raven named Grip, and he had introduced the loquacious raven into "Barnaby Rudge" as a character. In his May 1841 review, Poe commented on the use of the talking raven, saying the bird should have loomed larger in the plot. Literary experts surmise that the talking raven of "Barnaby Rudge" inspired Poe`s most famous poem, "The Raven", published in 1845. After Grip died in 1841, Dickens had the bird mounted. It now resides at the Free Library on Logan Circle in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Edgar Allan Poe looked up his Boston relatives (his father’s family). He secretly married his cousin Virginia Clemm in 1835. She was only thirteen years old. His aunt and Virginia’s mother, Mrs. Maria Poe Clemm lived with them.
Edgar attained a discharge from the Army and enrolled as a cadet at West Point (with the assistance of John). Receiving little monetary assistance, and desiring to pursue a literary career caused Edgar to try to resign from West Point. As legal guardian, John Allan refused to allow Edgar to resign. This only widened the rift between Edgar and his guardian. Shortly after Edgar entered West Point, John Allan fathered twin sons by a Richmond woman. A few months later, Allan remarried and his new wife became pregnant soon after the wedding. Edgar lost hope of receiving an inheritance from John Allan’s wealthy estate. Edgar failed to report to duty or classes and was court-martialed.
John Allan and Edgar had a falling out of sorts while Edgar was a student at the University of Virginia, apparently over Edgar’s gambling debts, and John’s refusal to pay them. They remained estranged until the death of Frances a few years later.
Edgar, his older brother, and his baby sister were separated and raised by different families. Edgar was taken in by John and Frances Allan of Richmond, Virginia.
Edgar Allan Poe was born in Boston, Massachusetts in 1809 to actor parents. His father worked up to some impressive roles before liquor destroyed his career. This would be foreshadowing for Edgar’s own life. His father deserted the family, and his mother died of tuberculosis when Edgar was two, leaving Edgar and two siblings as orphans.
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