Author: Edgar Allan Poe

Cites

• Pierre-Jean de Béranger (2)
  • IN: The Fall of the House of Usher (1839) Fiction, Short Story, American
    EPIGRAPH: Son coeur est un luth suspendu; Sitot qu’on le touche il resonne (His heart is a suspended lute; Whenever one touches it, it resounds
    FROM: "Le Refus", (1830), Song, France
  • IN: The Fall of the House of Usher (None) NULL, American
    EPIGRAPH: Son cœur est un luth suspendu; Sitôt qu’on le touche il résonne
    FROM: "Le Refus", (1839), Song, France
• Bible (2)
  • IN: The Renaissance (1873) NULL, American
    EPIGRAPH: Yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove
    FROM: Psalms 68:13, (-165), Bible, NULL
  • IN: Shadow (1835) Horror, American
    EPIGRAPH: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the Shadow:
    FROM: Bible, Psalm of David, (-165), Bible, NULL
• Joseph Glanville (1)
  • IN: A Descent into the Maelström (1841) Adventure, American
    EPIGRAPH: The ways of God in Nature, as in Providence, are not as our ways; nor are the models that we frame any way commensurate to the vastness, profundity, and unsearchableness of His works, which have a depth in them greater than the well of Democritus.
    FROM: Against Confidence in Philosophy and Matters of Speculation, (1676), Essay, UK
• John Milton (1)
  • IN: A Predicament (1838) Parody, American
    EPIGRAPH: What chance, good lady, hath bereft you thus?
    FROM: Comus, (1637), NULL, UK
• NULL (7)
  • IN: A Tale of Jerusalem (1832) Humour, American
    EPIGRAPH: Intensos rigidam in frontem ascendere canos Passus erat
    FROM: Lucan a bristly bore. Translation, (None), NULL, Italy
  • IN: Bon-Bon (1832) Humour, American
    EPIGRAPH: Quand un bon vin meuble mon estomac Je suis plus savant que Balzac- Plus sage que Pibrac; Mon brass seul faisant l'attaque De la nation Coseaque, La mettroit au sac; De Charon je passerois le lac En dormant dans son bac, J'irois au fier Eac, Sans que mon coeur fit tic ni tac, Premmer du tabac.
    FROM: French Vaudeville, (None), NULL, France
  • IN: How to Write a Blackwood Article (1838) Parody, American
    EPIGRAPH: In the name of the prophets—figs!!
    FROM: Cry of Turkish fig-peddler., (None), NULL, Turkey
  • IN: The Business Man (1840) Humour, American
    EPIGRAPH: Method is the soul of business.
    FROM: Old Saying, (None), Saying, NULL
  • IN: The Pit and the Pendulum (1843) Horror, American
    EPIGRAPH: mpiatortorum longos hic turba furores Sanguinisinnocui, non satiata, aluit. Sospitenunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro, Morsubi dira fuit vita salusque patent.
    FROM: Le Réveil d'Apollon, (1796), [NA], NULL
  • IN: The Thousand-and-Second Tale of Scheherazade (1845) Humour, American
    EPIGRAPH: Truth is stranger than fiction.
    FROM: Old Saying, (None), Saying, NULL
  • IN: The Balloon-Hoax (1844) Fiction, Short Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: ASTOUNDING NEWS! BY EXPRESS VIA NORFOLK! THE ATLANTIC CROSSED in THREE DAYS! ------------------ Signal Triumph of Mr Monck Mason's FLYING MACHINE!!!! Arrival at Sullivan's Island near Charlestone, S. C. of Mr Mason, Mr Robert Holland, Mr Henson, Mr Harrison Ainsworth, and four others, in the Steer- ing Balloon 'Victoria' -- After a passage of Seventy-Five Hours From Land to Land! Full Particulars of the Voyage!
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Ebn Zaiat (1)
  • IN: Berenice (1835) Horror, American
    EPIGRAPH: Dicebant mihi sodales, si sepulchrum amicae visitarem, curas meas aliquantulum fore levatas.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Crebillon (1)
  • IN: Four Beasts in One (1836) Humour, American
    EPIGRAPH: Chacun a ses vertus.
    FROM: Xerxes, (1714), Play, France
• Buckhurst (1)
  • IN: King Pest (1835) Horror / Humor, American
    EPIGRAPH: The gods do bear and will allow in kings The things which they abhor in rascal routes.
    FROM: Tragedy of Ferrex and Porrex, (1570), Play, UK
• Joseph Glanvill (1)
  • IN: Ligeia (1838) Horror, American
    EPIGRAPH: And the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness. Man doth not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.
    FROM: NULL, (None), [NA], UK
• Thomas Moore (1)
  • IN: Loss of Breath (1832) Humour, American
    EPIGRAPH: O Breathe not, etc.
    FROM: Moore's Melodies, (1807), Book, Ireland
• Martin Luther (1)
  • IN: Metzengerstein (1832) Horror, Satire, American
    EPIGRAPH: Pestis eram vivus—moriens tua mors ero.
    FROM: NULL, (1526), Poem, Germany
• Plato (1)
  • IN: Morella (1835) Horror, American
    EPIGRAPH: Αυτό χατ 'αυτά μετ' αύτοϋ μονοειδές α'ιεί φν.
    FROM: Symposium, (-370), Book, Greece
• Quinault (1)
  • IN: MS. Found in a Bottle (1833) Adventure, Short Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Qui n'a plus qu'un moment a vivre N'aplus rien a dissimuler.
    FROM: Atys, (1676), Play, France
• Ned Knowles (1)
  • IN: Mystification (1837) Humour, American
    EPIGRAPH: Slid, if these be your "passados" and "montantes," I'll have none o' them.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Henry King (1)
  • IN: The Assignation (1834) Horror, American
    EPIGRAPH: Stay for me there! I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale.
    FROM: Exequy on the death of his wife, by Henry King, Bishop of Chichester., (1657), NULL, UK
• Euripides (1)
  • IN: The Conversation of Eiros and Charmion (1839) Science Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Πυρ σοι προσοισω -- I will bring fire to thee.
    FROM: Andromeda, (-412), Play, Greece
• Servius (1)
  • IN: The Island of the Fay (1841) Fantasy, American
    EPIGRAPH: Nullus enim locus sine genio est.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Corneille (1)
  • IN: The Man That Was Used Up (1839) Satire, American
    EPIGRAPH: Pleurez, pleurez, mes yeux, et fondez vous en eau! La moitie de ma vie a mis l'autre au tombeau.
    FROM: Le Cid, (1636), Play, France
• Seneca (1)
  • IN: The Purloined Letter (1845) Detective Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Nil sapientiae odiosius acumine nimio.
    FROM: NULL, (None), [NA], Italy
• Chamberlayne (1)
  • IN: William Wilson (1839) Horror, American
    EPIGRAPH: What say of it? what say of CONSCIENCE grim, That spectre in my path?
    FROM: Pharronida, (None), NULL, UK
• Anonymous (1)
  • IN: The Unparalleled Adventure of One Hans Pfaall (1835) Fiction, Short Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: With a heart of furious fancies, Whereof I am commander, With a burning spear and a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander.
    FROM: Tom O'Bedlam's Song, (1720), [NA], UK
• Sophocles (1)
  • IN: The Colloquy of Monos and Una (1841) Fiction, Short Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: These things are in the future.
    FROM: Antig, (None), NULL, Greece

Cited by

• Robert L. Anderson (1)
  • IN: Dreamland (2015) Fiction, , American
    EPIGRAPH: "All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream."
    FROM: "Dream within a Dream", (1849), Poem, US
• Maureen Johnson (1)
  • IN: The Shadow Cabinet (2014) Fiction, Supernatural Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "I stand amid the roar Of a sur-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand -- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep -- While I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave?
    FROM: "A Dream Within a Dream", (1849), Poem, US
• David Leo (1)
  • IN: Urban Dreaming (Bou've been Dreaming) (2012) Poetry, Singaporean
    EPIGRAPH: You are not wrong, who deem that my days have been a dream... All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
    FROM: A Dream Within a Dream, (1849), Poem, US
• Madeleine Roux (1)
  • IN: Asylum (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there. Wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams No mortal ever dreamed before.
    FROM: The Raven, (1845), Poem, US
• Sarah Elizabeth Schantz (1)
  • IN: Fig (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I was never really insane except on occasions when my heart was touched.
    FROM: letter to Mrs. Maria Clemm, (1835), Letter, US
• Cyril Wong (1)
  • IN: Oneiros (2010) Poetry, Singaporean
    EPIGRAPH: Is all that we see or seem / But a dream within a dream?
    FROM: A Dream Within a Dream, (1849), Poem, US
• Cassandra Clare (2)
  • IN: Clockwork Princess (2015) Fantasy, Romance Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And much of Madness, and more of Sin, / And Horror the soul of the plot.
    FROM: The Conquerer Worm, (1843), Poem, US
  • IN: Clockwork Prince (2011) Fantasy, Romance Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: 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.
    FROM: The Haunted Place, (1839), Poem, US
• Kelly Creagh (5)
  • IN: Oblivion (2015) Fantasy, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him who, shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a plunge. To indulge, for a moment, in any attempt at thought, is to be inevitably lost; for reflection but urges us to forbear, and therefore it is, I say, that we cannot. If there be no friendly arm to check us, or if we fail in a sudden effort to prostrate ourselves backward from the abyss, we plunge, and are destroyed.
    FROM: The Imp of the Perverse, (1845), Short Story, US
  • IN: Enshadowed (2012) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Oh, lady bright! can it be right— This window open to the night? The wanton airs, from the tree-top, Laughingly through the lattice drop— The bodiless airs, a wizard rout, Flit through thy chamber in and out, And wave the curtain canopy So fitfully—so fearfully— Above the closed and fringéd lid ’Neath which thy slumb’ring soul lies hid, That, o’er the floor and down the wall, Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall! Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear
    FROM: The Sleeper, (1831), Poem, US
• Suzanne Lazear (1)
  • IN: Charmed Vengeance (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Dim vales—and shadowy floods— And cloudy-looking woods, Whose forms we can’t discover For the tears that drip all over: Huge moons there wax and wane— Again—again—again— Every moment of the night— Forever changing places— And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces. About twelve by the moon-dial, One more filmy than the rest (A kind which, upon trial, They have found to be the best) Comes down—still down—and down With its centre on the crown Of a mountain’s eminence, While its wide circumference In easy drapery falls Over hamlets, over halls, Wherever they may be— O’er the strange woods—o’er the sea— Over spirits on the wing— Over every drowsy thing— And buries them up quite In a labyrinth of light— And then, how, deep! —O, deep, Is the passion of their sleep. In the morning they arise, And their moony covering Is soaring in the skies, With the tempests as they toss, Like—almost any thing— Or a yellow Albatross. They use that moon no more For the same end as before, Videlicet, a tent— Which I think extravagant: Its atomies, however, Into a shower dissever, Of which those butterflies Of Earth, who seek the skies, And so come down again (Never-contented things!) Have brought a specimen Upon their quivering wings
    FROM: Fairy-Land, (1623), Poem, US
• Mary Lindsey (4)
  • IN: Ashes on the Water (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The death, then, of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world -- and equally is it beyond doubt that the tips best suited for such topic are those of a bereaved lover.
    FROM: The Philosophy of Composition, (1846), NULL, US
  • IN: Ashes on the Waves (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it 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; For 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 her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea
    FROM: Annabel Lee, (1849), Poem, US
• Micol Ostow (1)
  • IN: Amity (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: It was night, and the rain fell; and, falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood.
    FROM: Silence: A Fable, (1837), Book, US
• James Phelan (1)
  • IN: Survivor (2011) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, Australian
    EPIGRAPH: From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone.
    FROM: Alone, (1829), Poem, US
• April Genevieve Tucholke (1)
  • IN: Between the Spark and the Burn (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, that Annabel Lee lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me.
    FROM: Annabel Lee, (1849), Poem, US
• Shannon Delany (1)
  • IN: Stormbringer (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague.
    FROM: The Premature Burial, (1844), Short Story, US
• Amelia Alwater-Rhodes (2)
  • IN: Token of Darkness (2010) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal 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?” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”— Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— ’Tis the wind and nothing more!” Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore
    FROM: The Raven, (1845), Poem, US
  • IN: Persistence of Memory (2008) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: 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 In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
    FROM: A Dream within a Dream, (1849), Poem, US
• Cylin Busby (1)
  • IN: Blink Once (2012) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream
    FROM: A Dream within a Dream, (1849), Poem, US
• Marley Gibson (1)
  • IN: Ghost Huntress: The Discovery (2011) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
    FROM: The Premature Burial, (1844), Short Story, US
• Mike Lancaster (1)
  • IN: 0.4 (2011) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
    FROM: "A Dream within a Dream", (1849), Poem, US
• Trisha Wolfe (1)
  • IN: Destiny's Fire (2012) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
    FROM: Eleonora, (1842), Short story, US
• Jessica Verday (1)
  • IN: Of Monsters and Madness (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee...
    FROM: Annabel Lee, (1849), Poem, US
• Roberto Bolaño (1)
  • IN: Monsieur Pain (1999) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: P. Does the idea of death afflict you? V. (Very quickly.) No-no! P. Are you pleased with the prospect? V. If I were awake I should like to die, but now it is no matter. The mesmeric condition is so near death as to content me. P. I wish you would explain yourself, Mr Vankirk. V. I am willing to do so, but it requires more effort than I feel able to make. You do not question me properly. P. What then shall I ask? V. You must begin at the beginning. P. The beginning! But where is the beginning?
    FROM: Mesmeric Revelation, (1844), Poem, US
• Leonardo Sciascia (1)
  • IN: To Each His Own (1968) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Let it not be supposed that I am detailing any mystery, or penning any romance.
    FROM: The Murders in the Rue Morgue, (1841), Short story, US
• Clare Donoghue (1)
  • IN: No Place to Die (2015) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I thrust my arms wildly above and around me in all directions. I felt nothing: Yet dreaded to move a step, lest I should be impeded by the walls of a tomb
    FROM: The Pit and Pendulum, (1842), Short Story, US
• Ania Ahlborn (1)
  • IN: The Devil Crept In (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Because I feel that, in the Heavens above The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love Non so devotional as that of "Mother."
    FROM: To My Mother, (1849), Poem, US
• Lynn Cullen (4)
  • IN: Mrs. Poe (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In person [Mrs. Osgood] is about the medium height, slender even to fragility, graceful whether in action or repose; complexion usually pale; hair very black and glossy; eyes of a clear, luminous gray, large, and with a singular capacity of expression. In no respect can she be termed beautiful, (as the world understands the epithet,) but the question, "Is it really possible that she is not so?" is very frequently asked, and most frequently by those who most intimately know her.
    FROM: The Literati of New York City, No. V, "Godey's Lady Book, (1846), Poem, US
  • IN: Miss. Poe (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In person [Mrs. Osgood] is about the medium height, slender even to fragility, grateful whether in action or repose; complexion usually pale; hair very black and glossy; eyes of a clear, luminous gray, large, and with a singular capacity of expression. In no respect can she be termed beautiful, (as the world understands the epithet,) but the question, "Is it really possible that she is not so?" is very frequently asked, and most frequently by those who most intimately know her.
    FROM: "The Literati of New York City. No. V", Godey's Lady's Book, (1846), NULL, US
• William Bernhardt (1)
  • IN: Dark Eye (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And all my days are trances; And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances…
    FROM: To One in Paradise, (1984), Poem, US
• Lawrence Block (1)
  • IN: Eight Million Ways To Die (1982) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
    FROM: *The Philosophy of Composition, (1846), Essay, US
• Laura Lippman (1)
  • IN: In A Strange City (2001) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city, lying alone Far down among the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest.
    FROM: The City in the Sea, (1845), Novel, US
• Sebastian Fitzek (2)
  • IN: The Night Walker (2016) Fiction, German
    EPIGRAPH: By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have wandered home but newly From this ultimate dim Thule.
    FROM: Dream-Land, (1844), Poem, US
  • IN: The Nightwalker (2013) Fiction, German
    EPIGRAPH: By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have wandered home but newly From this ultimate dim Thule.
    FROM: Dream-Land', (1844), Poem, US
• Seth Grahame-Smith (1)
  • IN: Vampire Hunter (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The boundaries which divide Life and Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
    FROM: The Premature Burial, (1844), Short Story, US
• Dean Koontz (4)
  • IN: Odd Apocalypse (2012) Fiction, thriller, Mystery, American
    EPIGRAPH: From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were — I have not seen As others saw.
    FROM: Alone, (1829), Poem, US
  • IN: The Mask (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot.
    FROM: The Conqueror Worm, (1843), Poem, US
• Joseph Finder (1)
  • IN: Buried Secrets (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors, and looking them piteously in the eyes, die with despair of heart and convulsion of throat, on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer themselves to be revealed. Now and then, alas, the conscience of man takes up a burden so heavy in horror that it can be thrown down only into the grave. And thus the essence of all crime is undivulged
    FROM: The Man of the Crowd, (1840), Short story, US
• Steven James (1)
  • IN: Placebo (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
    FROM: A Dream Within a Dream, (1849), Poem, US
• John Dickson Carr (1)
  • IN: The Waxworks Murder (1932) Fiction, Mystery, American
    EPIGRAPH: Be sure they were grotesque. There were much glare and piquancy and phantasm. . . . There were arabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments. There were delirious fancies such as the madman fashions. There were much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. To and fro in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams.
    FROM: The Masque of the Red Death, (1842), Short story, US
• Linda Fairstein (2)
  • IN: Hell Gate (None) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Resignedly beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town death looks gigantically down.
    FROM: The City in the Sea, (1845), Poem, US
  • IN: Entombed (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: To be buried while alive is, beyond question, the most terrific of… extremes which has ever fallen to the lot of mere mortality… We know of nothing so agonizing upon Earth-we can dream of nothing half so hideous in the realms of the nethermost Hell.
    FROM: The Premature Burial, (1844), Short story, US
• M.J Rose (1)
  • IN: The Hypnotist (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: 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
    FROM: Marginalia, (1844), Article, US
• Nell Zink (1)
  • IN: Mislaid (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: ...among the rabble -- men, Lion ambition is chain'd down -- And crouches to a keeper's hand -- Not so in deserts, where the grand -- The wild -- the terrible conspire With their own breath to fan his fire.
    FROM: Tamerlane, (1827), Poem, US
• Larry D. Sweazy (1)
  • IN: A Thousand Falling Crows (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: From childhood's hour I have not been As others were -- I have not seen As others saw -- [...] I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone -- And all I lov'd -- I loved alone.
    FROM: Alone, (1875), Poem, US
• Andrew Taylor (1)
  • IN: The American Boy (None) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I would not, if I could, here or to-day, embody a record of my later years of unspeakable misery, and unpardonable crime.
    FROM: William Wilson, (1839), Short story, US
• David Peace (1)
  • IN: Nineteen Eighty (2001) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    FROM: The Raven, (1845), Poem, US
• Marc Pastor (1)
  • IN: Barcelona Shadows (2008) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague.
    FROM: The Premature Burial, (1844), Short story, US
• Chuck Palahniuk (1)
  • IN: Haunted (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.
    FROM: The Masque of the Red Death, (1842), Short story, US
• Joyce Carol Oates (2)
  • IN: My Heart Laid Bare (1998) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: If any ambitious man have a fancy to revolutionize, at one effort, the universal world of human thought, human opinion, and human sentiment, the opportunity is his own -- the road to immortal renown lies straight, open, unencumbered before him. All that he has to do is write and publish a very little book. Its title should be simple -- a few plain words -- "My Heart Laid Bare." But this little book must be true to its title. No man dare write it. No man could write it, even if he dared. The paper would shrivel and blaze at every touch of the fiery pen.
    FROM: NULL, (1848), NULL, US
  • IN: Jack of Spades (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: We stand upon the brink of a precipice. We peer into the abyss -- we grow sick and dizzy. Our first impulse is to shrink from the danger. Unaccountably we remain.
    FROM: The Imp of the Perverse, (1845), Short story, US
• Cal Moriarty (1)
  • IN: The Killing of Bobbi Lomax (2016) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
    FROM: A Dream Within a Dream, (1849), Poem, US
• D. A. Mishani (2)
  • IN: A Possibility of Violence (2013) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
    FROM: The Man of the Crowd, (1840), Short story, US
  • IN: A Possiblity of Violence (2013) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
    FROM: The Man of the Crowd, (1840), Short story, US
• Richard Milward (1)
  • IN: Kimberly's Capital Punishment (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Oh, outcasts of all outcasts most abandoned! -- to the earth art thou not forever dead? to its honors, to its flowers, to its golden aspirations? -- and a cloud, dense, dismal, and limitless, does it not hang eternally between thy hopes and heavens?
    FROM: William Wilson, (1839), Short story, US
• Karen Maitland (1)
  • IN: The Raven's Eye (2013) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking, Fancy upon fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -- What this girm, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
    FROM: The Raven, (1845), Poem, US
• Norman Lock (1)
  • IN: The Port-Wine Stain (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: True! -- nervous -- very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses -- not destroyed -- not dulled them.
    FROM: The Tell-Tale Heart, (1843), Short Story, US
• Le Tolle, James (1)
  • IN: At What Cost (2016) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The borders which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vaugue. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
    FROM: Premature Burial, (1844), Poem, US
• Dan Wells (1)
  • IN: Mr. Monster (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw.
    FROM: Alone, (1875), Poem, US
• Kevin P. Keating (1)
  • IN: The Captive Condition (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily -- how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
    FROM: The Tell-Tale Heart, (1843), Short Story, US
• Richard Kadrey (1)
  • IN: Kill City Blues (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: It is evident that we are burrying onward to some exciting knowledge -- some never to be imparted secret, whose attainment is destruction.
    FROM: MS. Found in a Bottle, (1833), Short Story, US
• Nadia Gordon (1)
  • IN: Death by the glass (2003) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: He had a weak point -- this Fortunato -- although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared. He prided himself on his connoisseurship in wine.
    FROM: The Cask of Amontillado, (1846), Short story, US
• Deb Caletti (1)
  • IN: What's Become of Her (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Thou wast all that to me, love, For which my soul did pine— A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine...
    FROM: To One in Paradise, (1834), Poem, US
• Elias Carr (1)
  • IN: The Combination (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
    FROM: The Raven, (1845), Poem, US
• Kavitha Rao (1)
  • IN: The Librarian (2017) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, US
• Tami Hoag (1)
  • IN: Night Sins (1995) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot.
    FROM: The Conqueror Worm, (1843), Poem, US
• Anne Holt (1)
  • IN: Death of the Demon (1995) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: From childhood's hour I have not been As others were -- I have not seen As others saw -- I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn Of a most stormy life -- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that 'round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold-- From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by-- From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.
    FROM: Alone, (1875), Poem, US
• Jeri Smith-Ready (1)
  • IN: Shade (2010) Fiction, Supernatural, American
    EPIGRAPH: The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
    FROM: "The Premature Burial", (1844), Poem, US
• Michele Bardsley (1)
  • IN: Now or Never (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: 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 Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore.
    FROM: The Raven, (1845), Poem, US
• Lisa Scottoline (1)
  • IN: Think Twice (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: You have conquered, and I yield. Yet, henceforth art thou also dead - dead to the world, to Heaven, and to Hope! In me didst thou exist - and in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself.
    FROM: William Wilson, (1839), Short story, NULL