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19 Dec Philosophy of Furniture
Philosophy of Furniture by Edgar Allan Poe. Philosophy of Furniture In the internal decoration, if not in the external architecture of their residences, the English are supreme. The Italians have but little sentiment beyond marbles and colours. In France, meliora probant, deteriora sequuntur –...
19 Dec Loss of Breath
Loss of Breath by Edgar Allan Poe, 1850. Loss of Breath The most notorious ill-fortune must in the end yield to the untiring courage of philosophy—as the most stubborn city to the ceaseless vigilance of an enemy. Shalmanezer, as we have it in holy writings,...
13 Dec King Pest
King Pest by Edgar Allan Poe. King Pest The gods do bear and will allow in kings The things which they abhor in rascal routes. Buckhurst’s Tragedy of Ferrex and Porrex. ABOUT twelve o’clock, one night in the month of October, and during the chivalrous...
13 Dec Hop-Frog
Hop-Frog by Edgar Allan Poe. Hop-Frog I NEVER knew anyone so keenly alive to a joke as the king was. He seemed to live only for joking. To tell a good story of the joke kind, and to tell it well, was the surest...
13 Dec A Voyage to the Moon
A Voyage to the Moon by Edgar Allan Poe. A Voyage to the Moon After a long and arduous devotion to the study of physics and astronomy, I, Hans Pfaal of Rotterdam, at length determined to construct a balloon of my own along original...
13 Dec A Predicament
A Predicament by Edgar Allan Poe, 1842. A Predicament IT was a quiet and still afternoon when I strolled forth in the goodly city of Edina. The confusion and bustle in the streets were terrible. Men were talking. Women were screaming. Children were choking....
19 Sep Let Love Go, If Go She Will
Let Love Go, If Go She Will by Edgar Allan Poe Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! Let Love Go, If Go She Will Let love go, if go she will. Seek not, O fool, her wanton flight to...
13 Sep A Dream Within a Dream
A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away...