Quote#God & Faith
It is impossible to describe, or to imagine, the deep, the blissful…
Quote byEdgar Allan Poe · 1809–1849
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Black Cat (1843).
English (original)
It is impossible to describe, or to imagine, the deep, the blissful sense of relief which the absence of the detested creature occasioned in my bosom. It did not make its appearance during the night — and thus for one night at least, since its introduction into the house, I soundly and tranquilly slept; aye, slept even with the burden of murder upon my soul!
— Edgar Allan Poe
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O, human love! thou spirit given, On Earth, of all we hope in Heaven!
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule —
If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell
A dark unfathom'd tide Of interminable pride — A mystery, and a dream, Should my early life seem.
Come! let the burial rite be read — the funeral song be sung! — An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young — A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
The happiest day — the happiest hour My sear'd and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, I feel hath flown.