“Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, in the sepulcher there by the sea”

“And this maiden she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me.”

“Against the new masonry I re-erected the old rampart of bones. For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat!”

“Other friends have flown before- on the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”

"He was still sitting up in the bed listening;—just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.”

“But our love it was stronger by far than the love of those who were older than we- of many far wiser than we”

“I remember it was in the bleak December, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.”

“It was a low, dull, quick sound—much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton.”

 “I must not only punish, but punish with impunity.”

“Villains!” I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed!—tear up the planks!—here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!”

“Perfumed from an unseen censer swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.”

“TRUE!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?”

"I was a child and she was a child,

   In this kingdom by the sea,"

"Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—

    On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—

Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”

"A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong."

"Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this!"

"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."

"And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

    And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

            Shall be lifted—nevermore!"

"If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body."

“It is this,” I answered, producing a trowel from beneath the folds of my cloak."