And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me โ filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door โ Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; โ This it is, and nothing more.
Edgar Allan PoeFor the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Edgar Allan PoeThere are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.
Edgar Allan PoeOdors have an altogether peculiar force, in affecting us through association; a force differing essentially from that of objects addressing the touch, the taste, the sight or the hearing.
Edgar Allan Poe