Edgar Allan Poe Quotes About Soul

• La furia de un demonio me poseyó al instante. Ya no me conocía. Mi alma original pareció, al instante, huir de mi cuerpo; y una malevolencia más que diabólica, alimentada por la ginebra, estremeció cada fibra de mi cuerpo.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Soul, Body, Flight

  Edgar Allan Poe (1927). “Tales by Edgar Allan Poe”, p.35, Dimitrios Spyridon Chytiris

• ...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Agony, Long, Soul

  Edgar Allan Poe (2015). “The Complete Tales of Edgar Allan Poe”, p.408, Lulu.com

• Los monstruos más aterradores son los que acechan dentro de nuestras almas.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Alma, Monstruos

• And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Halloween, Lying, Ravens

  "El cuervo" l. 107 (1845)

• The reproduction of
  what the senses perceive in nature through the veil of the soul.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Soul, Veils, Perceive

  Edgar Allan Poe (1980). “The Unknown Poe: An Anthology of Fugitive Writings”, p.51, City Lights Books

• 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.'

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Arte, Naturaleza, Hombres

  Edgar Allan Poe (1980). “The Unknown Poe: An Anthology of Fugitive Writings”, p.51, City Lights Books

• Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Beauty, Fall, Carpe Diem

  Edgar Allan Poe (2012). “Edgar Allan Poe: Selected Poetry and Tales”, p.506, Broadview Press

• One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree; — hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart; — hung it because I knew that it had loved me, and because I felt it had given me no reason of offence; — hung it because I knew that in so doing I was committing a sin — a deadly sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it — if such a thing were possible — even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most Terrible God.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Morning, Eye, Heart

• Si un poema no te ha desgarrado el alma, no has experimentado la poesía.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Alma, Desgarrada, Havens

• Para elevar el alma es necesaria la poesía.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Alma, la poesía es

• Lord help my poor soul.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Soul, Helping, Lord

  Edgar Allan Poe, Brod Bagert (1995). “Edgar Allan Poe”, p.7, Sterling Publishing Company, Inc.

• Y el cuervo, que nunca revolotea, sigue sentado, sigue sentado en el pálido busto de Palas, justo encima de la puerta de mi habitación; y sus ojos tienen toda la apariencia de un demonio que está soñando, y la luz de la lámpara sobre él arroja su sombra en el suelo, y mi alma de esa sombra, que yace flotando en el suelo, se levantará... nunca más.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Sueño, Mentira, Ojo

  "El cuervo" l. 107 (1845)

• No thinking being lives who, at some luminous point of his life of thought, has not felt himself lost amid the surges of futile efforts at understanding, or believing, that anything exists greater than his own soul.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Believe, Thinking, Effort

  Edgar Allan Poe (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe (Illustrated)”, p.1343, Delphi Classics

• Finalmente, el domingo por la mañana, 7 de octubre de 1849, "se tranquilizó y pareció descansar por un corto tiempo. Luego, suavemente, moviendo la cabeza", dijo: "Señor, ayuda a mi pobre alma". Como había vivido, así murió, en gran miseria y tragedia.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Vida, Mañana, Mudanza

• The Merchant, to Secure His Treasure The merchant, to secure his treasure, Conveys it in a borrowed name: Euphelia serves to grace my measure, But Cloe is my real flame. My softest verse, my darling lyre Upon Euphelia's toilet lay - When Cloe noted her desire That I should sing, that I should play. My lyre I tune, my voice I raise, But with my numbers mix my sighs; And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise, I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes. Fair Cloe blushed; Euphelia frowned: I sung, and gazed; I played, and trembled: And Venus to the Loves around Remarked how ill we all dissembled.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Love, Real, Eye

• A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Thoughtful, Soul, Titles

  Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson (1984). “Essays and Reviews”, p.71, Library of America

• But our love was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Beautiful, Angel, Sea

  Edgar Allan Poe (1912). “The Bells and Other Poems”, p.13, Library of Alexandria

• Ninguna doncella la igualaba en belleza de rostro. Era el resplandor de un sueño de opio, una visión aérea y elevadora del espíritu, más salvajemente divina que las fantasías que se cernían sobre las almas adormecidas de las hijas de Delos.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Hija, Sueño, Alma

  Edgar Allan Poe (2008). "Cuentos de misterio e imaginación".

• Cuando, en efecto, los hombres hablan de Belleza, se refieren, precisamente, no a una cualidad, como se supone, sino a un efecto - se refieren, en suma, sólo a esa elevación intensa y pura del alma - no del intelecto, ni del corazón.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Heart, Mean, Men

  Edgar Allan Poe (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe (Illustrated)”, p.1284, Delphi Classics

• THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely, settled --but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Revenge, Ideas, Soul

  Edgar Allan Poe (1984). “Poetry and Tales”, p.848, Library of America

• After reading all that has been written, and after thinking all that can be thought, on the topics of God and the soul, the man who has a right to say that he thinks at all, will find himself face to face with the conclusion that, on these topics, the most profound thought is that which can be the least easily distinguished from the most superficial sentiment.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  God, Reading, Men

  Edgar Allan Poe (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe (Illustrated)”, p.2090, Delphi Classics

• ¡Ah, roto está el cuenco de oro! ¡El espíritu voló para siempre! ¡Que suene la campana! Un alma santa flota en el río estigio; Y, Guy de Vere, ¿no tienes una lágrima?

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Rivers, Broken, Guy

  Edgar Allan Poe (2016). "The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe", p.1035, Xist Publishing.

• Thy soul shall find itself alone ’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone— Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness—for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around thee—and their will Shall overshadow thee: be still. [...]

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Loneliness, Tombstone, Dark

  Edgar Allan Poe (2017). “The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe (Illustrated Edition): The Raven, Tamerlane, Ulalume, Annabel Lee, The Fall of the House of Usher, The Tell-tale Heart, Berenice, Murders in the Rue Morgue, The Philosophy of Composition, The Poetic Principle, Eureka…”, p.1219, e-artnow

• ¡Profeta!" dije yo, "¡cosa del mal! - profeta aún, ¡si pájaro o demonio! Por ese Cielo que se inclina sobre nosotros, por ese Dios que ambos adoramos, dile a esta alma cargada de dolor si, dentro del lejano Aidenn, abrazará a una santa doncella a quien los ángeles llaman Lenore, abrazará a una rara y radiante doncella a quien los ángeles llaman Lenore". Dijo el cuervo: "Nunca más.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Ángel, Nombres, Cuervos

  Edgar Allan Poe (2015). "A Classic Crime Collection", p.169, Simon and Schuster.

• Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart - one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such?

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Silly, Heart, Character

  Edgar Allan Poe (2004). “The Collected Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe”, p.63, Wordsworth Editions

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