Edgar Allan Poe Quotes About Sorrow

Quotes about: Sorrow

• Come little children I'll take thee away, into a land of Enchantment Come little children the time's come to play here in my garden of Shadows Follow sweet children I'll show thee the way through all the pain and the Sorrows Weep not poor childlen for life is this way murdering beauty and Passions Hush now dear children it must be this way to weary of life and Deceptions Rest now my children for soon we'll away into the calm and the Quiet Come little children I'll take thee away, into a land of Enchantment Come little children the time's come to play here in my garden of Shadows

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Sweet, Children, Pain

• I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Atmosphere, Sorrow, Melancholy

  Edgar Allan Poe (2004). “The Collected Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe”, p.174, Wordsworth Editions

• The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Eye, Mirrors, Sorrow

  Edgar Allan Poe (2004). “The Collected Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe”, p.136, Wordsworth Editions

• I heed not that my earthly lot Hath - little of Earth in it - That years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute: - I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I, But that you sorrow for my fate Who am a passer by.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Sweet, Fate, Years

  Edgar Allan Poe, Thomas Ollive Mabbott (1969). “Complete Poems”, p.137, University of Illinois Press

• Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
  And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
  Eagerly, I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
  From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Leonore -
  For the rare and radiant maiden who the angels name Lenore -
  Nameless here for evermore.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Book, Angel, Names

  "The Raven" l. 7 (1845)

• Read this and thought of you: Through joy and through sorrow, I wrote. Through hunger and through thirst, I wrote. Through good report and through ill report, I wrote. Through sunshine and through moonshine, I wrote. What I wrote it is unnecessary to say. ~ Edgar Allen Poe

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Sunshine, Joy, Sorrow

• Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Angel, Names, Ravens

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

• But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Home, Evil, Sorrow

  Edgar Allan Poe (2015). “Collected Works of Edgar Allan Poe:”, p.99, Sheba Blake Publishing

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