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Edgar Allan Poe quotes
15 quotes from 3 of Edgar Allan Poe’s books on this site, book by book. Each quote is copied exactly from the book’s text in this site’s reader (the Project Gutenberg e-text named under each book) and links to its passage; when this page was built, every quote was checked word for word against that text. Quotes we could not find in a book we host are not listed.
The Cask of Amontillado
The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge.
A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser.
"For the love of God, Montresor!"
— Spoken by a character
I must not only punish, but punish with impunity.
"Let us go, nevertheless. The cold is merely nothing. Amontillado! You have been imposed upon. And as for Luchesi, he cannot distinguish Sherry from Amontillado."
— Spoken by a character
You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as once I was.
— Spoken by a character
The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled.
It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.
For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat!
"Yes," I said, "for the love of God!"
— Spoken by a character
The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.”
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe, Including Essays on Poetry
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted--nevermore!
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"