Edgar Allan Poe Museum or Edgar Allan Poe House could refer to several places related to author Edgar Allan Poe:
- Edgar Allan Poe Museum (Richmond), in Richmond, Virginia
- Edgar Allan Poe National Historic Site, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
- Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum, in Baltimore, Maryland
- Edgar Allan Poe Cottage, the Bronx, New York
- Edgar Allan Poe House (Fayetteville, North Carolina), listed on the NRHP in North Carolina
- Edgar Allan Poe House (Lenoir, North Carolina), listed on the NRHP in North Carolina
Famous quotes containing the words edgar allan poe, edgar allan, edgar, allan, poe and/or museum:
“During these fits of absolute unconsciousness I drank, God only knows how often or how much. As a matter of course, my enemies referred the insanity to the drink rather than the drink to the insanity. I had indeed, nearly abandoned all hope of a permanent cure when I found one in the death of my wife.”
—Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)
“Observing him in these moods, I often dwelt meditatively upon the old philosophy of the Bi-Part Soul, and amused myself with the fancy of a double Dupin—the creative and the resolvent.”
—Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)
“Fate, or some mysterious force, can put the finger on you or me, for no good reason at all.”
—Martin Goldsmith, and Edgar G. Ulmer. Al Roberts (Tom Neal)
“Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car,
And driven the hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Hast thou not torn the naiad from her flood,
The elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?”
—Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)
“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.”
—Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)
“The Museum is not meant either for the wanderer to see by accident or for the pilgrim to see with awe. It is meant for the mere slave of a routine of self-education to stuff himself with every sort of incongruous intellectual food in one indigestible meal.”
—Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874–1936)