Edgar Allan Poe. Can you think of a name more synonymous with spine-tingling macabre literature? A master craftsman of prose and poetry alike, Poe dwells in that dark corner of our literary consciousness, along some creaky corridor laden with dust and cobwebs. Even more than a century on, reading Poe still feels like walking a razor’s edge between grim amusement and irrevocable madness. Here is a list of ten of Poe’s best-known tales and poems. Halloween’s still a few months off, but there’s no harm in starting early…
A dwarfish court jester serves as the titular character of this fiendish revenge tale. Hop-Frog is the childish king’s favorite entertainer. But when the king and his foppish cabinet humiliate Hop-Frog’s friend Tripetta, he decides to play a prank of his own. He dresses them as apes for the king’s grand masquerade ball, and then sets them on fire in front of the shocked crowd. As he escapes with Tripetta, Hop-Frog revels in his vengeance, declaring “This is my last jest.”
In the mid-19th Century, the pseudo-science of mesmerism was all the rage in the salons of America’s bourgeoise, and Poe made it the central theme of this gruesome short story. On the verge of death from tuberculosis, one M. Valdemar agrees to be hypnotized in a crack-pot experiment in immortality. Unfortunately for Valdemar, his soul becomes trapped in his now-dead and increasingly yucky earthly remains. Definitely one of the more graphic Poe stories, and among one of several to deal with the terrors of deathly consciousness.
The narrator and his wife own several pets. Among them is a large black cat named Pluto. One day, in a drunken rage, the narrator blinds Pluto in one eye, and then later hangs the cat from a tree. Mysteriously, the house burns to the ground, leaving a silhouetted mark of a cat hanging from a gallows. Later, our narrator acquires another cat eerily similar to Pluto. Again, incensed with drink, he attempts to kill the cat but murders his wife instead, hiding her body in a cellar wall. When the police come sniffing around they’re drawn to a wailing sound coming from the wall. They then discover the wife’s body, atop which sits the screeching black cat, condemning its master for his terrible crime. [Image: Aubrey Beardsley's "Poe's Black Cat"]
C. Auguste Dupin is a man who lives in Paris, and he takes it upon himself to solve the shocking murder of two women after a suspect has already been arrested. Multiple witnesses claim to have heard the murderer, but report different languages being spoken. Later at the crime scene Dupin discovers a hair that cannot be human. It is then learned that the murderer is in fact an escaped Ourang-Outang. This is considered to be the birth of the detective story. And face it, what’s scarier than a massive, knife-wielding primate?
In some nameless European city in some unspecified year, old Montresor finds himself with a grudge on poor Fortunato, and entirely too much free time to think about revenge. Montresor waits until Fortunato is good and drunk at the carnival before he lures him to his wine cellar for a swig of fine Spanish sherry. He then chains an increasingly-sober Fortunato to a niche in the wall and ruthlessly seals him in. And there he remains forever. “In pace requiescat.”
Prospero, a ridiculously-detached potentate whose domain is being ravaged by a plague called the Red Death, invites his wealthy friends to take refuge in an abbey and leave the poor to their fate. During a lavish masquerade ball, a mysterious cloaked figure wanders through the abbey. Thinking it to be an uninvited guest, Prospero confronts the figure, and to his horror discovers that it is the embodiment of the Red Death itself. Decadent Prospero and all his guests then fall ill and die, unshielded and unexcluded from the misfortunes of the world at large.
An unnamed narrator arrives at the home of reclusive basket case Roderick Usher and his sickly twin sister Madeline. Roderick suffers from extreme sensitivity to light and sound, anxiety and hypochondria. Madeline suffers from a wasting disease, and she eventually dies and is buried in the family crypt within the cavernous mansion. On a stormy night, the narrator and Roderick begin to hear screeching and crashing noises in the house. We learn that cataleptic Madeline had not died when she was buried, and she has returned to confront her mad brother, who in turn dies of fright. The narrator then flees as the cursed house is swallowed by the murky bog.
Here we follow a narrator trying to prove his sanity to himself after murdering his elderly roomate. Driven mad by the old man’s “vulture-like” eye, the narrator slays him in his bed and hides the dismembered corpse beneath the floorboards. When the police show up to question him, the narrator finds himself at the mercy of his heightened senses. He begins to hear a steadily-increasing heartbeat coming from the floor. Sure that the police must hear it too (they don’t), he confesses to the crime. Recounting the events, presumably to a judge, the murderer’s innocence is less important than his sanity, or lack thereof.
This story follows the horrors endured by a prisoner of the Spanish Inquisition. Guilty of an unknown crime and placed in a completely dark chamber, the protagonist is subjected to tortures only Poe could dream up. Drifting in and out of consciousness, he discovers that he is strapped to a platform above which swings an slowly-dropping pendulum blade. He eventually finds a way out and is saved by an unlikely rescue. This story is unique in that it relies almost entirely on senses such as sound to convey primal fear rather than the supernatural. The only visual descriptions are fleeting at best, and only serve to heighten the terror of what is unseen.
This narrative poem is undoubtedly Poe’s most famous work. Musical, mysterious, even maddening, Poe spins the tale of a grieving lover who is visited by a talking Raven on a cold winter’s night. At first, the narrator is curious as to the purpose of the Raven’s one word: “Nevermore.” He is soon overcome with memories of his lost love Lenore, and begins to feel her presence. Believing the Raven to be a messenger from the next world, the narrator implores it to say if they will be reunited in heaven, to which the Raven responds “Nevermore.” We follow the narrator’s descent into madness and despair as the Raven sits forever above his chamber door, forever tormenting him with its call.
Contributor: The RePoe Man






























awesome list…. Should try and find publication of some of his works
Oooh… Poe’s writing has always felt very creepy to me. As a kid I had nightmares after reading a collection of his stories (it included The Tell-Tale Heart).
Nice idea for a list “The RePoe Man”
I’ve gotta read more of this stuff….
kudos for making this list. You can never have enough of Poe, can you?
When combined with the illustrations of Harry Clarke, Poe is a very creepy read, indeed! (Harry Clarke illustration is seen in #6)
I’m sad that The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar didn’t rank higher though. And I think the Oval Portrait deserves an honorable mention!
Excellent list. I adore Poe.
the cask of amontillado is my favorite…
Poe is one of my favorite authors, I love The Raven very much you all shall read it
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Once upon a midnight dreary…..
This list has definitely reminded me why I love poe – I am going to dig up one of my old books of his tonight and read it! This is an excellent list
This will be quicker than epic poems and Shakespeare plays. I have already read two of these. My complete works is in a cardboard box in Australia, and not here in Korea.
I set “The Raven” to music (relentlessly depressing). There is, somewhere on the internet, a parody of “The Raven” in which Poe’s cat creeps up from the basement and eats the bird.
There’s also a great Simpsons rendition of this, with Homer as the narrator and Bart as the bird.
he marries his cousin and freaks us all out with his writing. what’s not to love about poe?
i used to stay up late and read his stories when i was a kid. i didn’t get much sleep those nights
great list, poe was such a brilliant author. such vivid writings and such a tragic life.
Great subject, great list. Just what I come here for. I will definitely be reading my Poe collection again, it’s been awhile. Thanks for the reminder, some things are worth visiting repeatedly. Poe and List Universe are just two of those things.
I knew it was going to be a good list today, I could feel it. Makes me so glad that I own a book of the complete works of Edgar Allan Poe.
seashell66: just to whet your appetite – there are some nice changes coming soon
I don’t think I slept for a week after I read The Tell-Tale Heart
The Premature Burial definitely belongs on this list.
jfrater: can you give us some hints? You’ve definitely peaked my interest. There’s a thin line between suspense and torture.
Excellent list! Personally, I was always a fan of “The Purloined Letter,” but this list is not lacking even in its absence. I guess with such a great subject, it’s hard to go wrong!
seashell66: nope – no hints
jfrater: Cold, so cold!! OK. No hints.
Maybe a when? Don’t make me beg!
Excellent list! I have absolutely no complaints! Poe is one of my favourite authors, and I’ve actually read everything on this list! The Pit and the Pendulum, The Cask of Amantillado and The Tell-Tale Heart are among my favourites, and I’m almost always reading at least one of his stories or collections of poems. Terrific list, what a great start to the day!
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Friggin bear with a scalpel.
Changes to Listverse you say?
*Prays for nested comments*
“And face it, what’s scarier than a massive, knife-wielding primate?”
Friggin bear with a scalpel.
(ignore #21 which hauntingly left off the original quote and made the entire clever response look simply stupid. And now this explanation has ruined everything. So pretend you’re not reading this. Oh yeah, it’s an inside joke from the Forum Family)
Absolutely wonderful wake-up call. Time to re-visit the master definitely. Can’t believe how slow I am, I didn’t even make the connection between the nemesis of Harry Potter, Voldemort, and Poe. Which I should have.
Great Job!
Looks like I have a list of stories to read for the fall semester (assuming school doesn’t consume me). Thanks for a great list!
Check out the humorous (yet still creepy) “The Method of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether.” Its about a traveller who stops for refuge at a mental institute. Its one of my favorite Poe stories.
Awesome list. The Masque of the Red Death is my personal favourite, not least of all because of the Vincent Price movie of same.
I’ve only read the raven.
#24 – Mom424:
what’s the connection?
Is orangutan supposed to be spelled incorrectly?
FYI:
Ourang-outang
ourang-outang –> orang-outang
(Science: zoology) An arboreal anthropoid ape (simia satyrus), which inhabits borneo and Sumatra. Often called simply orang.
Alternative forms: orang-outan, orang-utan, ourang-utang, and oran-utan.
It is over four feet high, when full grown, and has very long arms, which reach nearly or quite to the ground when the body is erect. Its colour is reddish brown. In structure, it closely resembles man in many respects.
Origin: Malayan rang tan, i. E, man of the woods; rang man _ tan a forest, wood, wild, savage.
http://www.biology-online.org/dictionary/Ourang-outang
erin: RePoe Man might be using Poe’s spelling. Poe lived in the days before spelling sticklers.
RePoe Man: However it’s spelled, you’ve just spoiled the plot for me, at least.
Love the list! I’ve always been a Poe fan. I’d have to say my favorite was The Cask of Amontillado.
Chickensoup: I’ve never read the Masque of the Red Death, but I did enjoy the Vincent Price movie very much. I guess I should go ahead and read the story too!
Great list! I LOVE Poe! I’ve read most of these, and I’m very fond of the dark storytelling and macabre twists of his.
If you check out Poe’s biography, you’ll realize it’s awfully depressing, and you’ll get a glimpse of how his state of mind brought these grim stories to life.
Thanks for sharing your frightful despair with us, Mr. Poe!
astraya -
‘spelling sticklers’?
okay..there is modern American English, modern British English and even now a modernized Chinese version of English.
there is a reason scholars refer to language as a ‘living language’. it is constantly changing w/ the peoples who use it and from the times in which it is used.
so that was an appropriate spelling of the word for Poe.
then of course there are people like some folks here…including me…who butcher the language.
oh my! what a delightful surprise! Poe has always been one of my favorites authors of American Literature… and over the years I have re-read the classics, such as “Mask of the Red Death”, “The Cask of Amontillado”, and “The Fall of the House of Usher” that I read in high-school American Literature class…
and as an adult, they hold an even darker fascination and appeal.
However, my current favorite Poe works are as follows (and where, sadly, neglected here!)
1.) “The Gold Bug” – this work has the highly enjoyable character of Jupiter, who speaks in that glorious southern drawl, whose words are best spoken aloud to fully appreciate… (plus, I’m a native South Carolinian…)
2.) “Annabelle Lee” – love, death, & longing… need I say more?
3.) “Berenice” – what exactly is Poe’s fascination with premature burial? anywho, an epileptic cousin with perfect teeth… and a premature burial… some amateur dental work… you get the picture…
4.) “A Descent Into the Maelstrom” – as a lover of the oceans-and at one time a believer in such fantasies as the Bermuda Triangle-this story was so vividly rendered, so gripping, so realistic… well, it causes me to still look at random swirling motions in bodies of water with a touch of apprehension…
Our dear Poe was definitely a troubled man… but harmlessly so… and the laudanum he was addicted to didn’t help any. From what I understand, it is a tincture of opium, and had varying strengths… not unlike today’s street heroin, I’d imagine. Probably got a bad batch, and then, just as the Master of the Macabre would have wished… he died in the gutter…
I have always believed that the line between true genius and insanity is quite thin.
astraya – don’t worry about a ‘spoiled plot’.
With Poe it does not really matter if you know the whole plot, or not. It is not (just) the unknown that creates the suspense, it is the writing itself – witness all of us that get just as much from a 2nd, third, or thousandth reading.
to The RePoe Man: Excellent Contribution! As others, I’m pulling the dusty volume off the shelf tonight…
Oh, what a sick genius Poe was! I haven’t read all of these, I think I will check out number 9… it sounds freaky! Great list!
for any true Poe fans -
i did some Googling but could not find it. does anyone recall a nonfiction essay he wrote on the nature of beauty? i vaguely remember it being a part of massive tome of a biography about him which included some of his lesser known works. a really hefty book.
anyway..it was a long essay that could’ve been on some other subject but included an extensive opinion piece of Poe’s take on beauty. the duality of it. the dark and the light. etc etc etc.
classic Poe – gloomy. ambigous.
don’t recall the text, obviously. but its one of those things that becomes ingrained in one’s view of an author. changed how i looked at beauty too.
anyway…anyone familiar w/ something like this?
thanx.
Check out “The Devil in the Belfry” if you can. Hilarious social commentary and just a bit of creepy go hand in hand in that one.
Makes me proud to live in Baltimore. Even better than “The Wire”
The Cask of Amontillado alllllllllllways freaked me out. Come visit his gravesite and see the Poe toaster! Interesting experience to say the least.
Cyn~ hmm… sounds extremely familiar… I am reminded of a passage in “Ligeia” that states, and I quote,
“There is no exquisite beauty,” says Bacon, Lord Verulam, speaking truly of all the forms and genera of beauty, without some strangeness in the proportion.”
truer words could not be said!
http://www.readprint.com/author-67/Edgar-Allan-Poe
All you need(I think). At first The tell-tale heart seemed pretty boring, but later I had a dream and realized how scary it was.
The Raven is my favorite poem(in the world)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more.”
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.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me–filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
“‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”–here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals 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.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning–little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered–not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, “other friends have flown
before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never–nevermore’.”
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and
door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee–by these angels he
hath sent thee
Respite–respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!–prophet still, if bird or
devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
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!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil–prophet still, if bird or
devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us–by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend,” I shrieked,
upstarting-
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!–quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my
door!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamplight 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!
I’m also a fan of H.P. Lovecraft. Cthulhu fhatgn!
Cyn: Your description sounds a lot like “The Philosophy of Composition”, hopefully that’s what you’re looking for?
http://xroads.virginia.edu/~HYPER/poe/composition.html
I fell in love with the works of Poe at quite a young age, and had read them all by 7th grade.
I still remember the look of absolute horror on the face of Sister Eileen Terese when I recited The Raven in front of the class!
Cyn, the piece you’re looking for…I also have a vague memory of it. Had you asked me 12 years ago, I could have given you all of the particulars…now, I often have to check my computer for the day of the week!
‘Beauty of whatever kind in its supreme development invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. ‘
from that piece referenced by Kreachure
uh..maybe. its funny. i can ‘see’ the book. it was pre-internet. late 70′s, early 80′s. titled Poe..may’ve had a subtitle. huge book. portrait of Poe on front cover. course i could’ve mixed it up w/ something esle after all this time too. but seemed more like it was an essay on beauty w/ something to w/ there being beauty in what would otherwise be considered horror or even pain.
thanx for the effort guyz.
Warrrr (#23): Raaaaarrrghggh!! *waves his scalpel*
Great list, The Raven is one of my favourite poems, but the only other one I’ve read from there is #6. #2 has really sparked my interest, so methinks I’m going to go see if I can find it!
i love Poe! wonderful list. makes me want to re-read them all.
*runs to bookshelf
Ah, great list, agree with all the choices, Poe is my favorite poet/author anyways.
Mom: Wait, what??
“Absolutely wonderful wake-up call. Time to re-visit the master definitely. Can’t believe how slow I am, I didn’t even make the connection between the nemesis of Harry Potter, Voldemort, and Poe. Which I should have.”
After the list involving him marrying his 13 year old cousin, I thought they were going to be tales about Poe himself!
Although I love the Raven, I don’t find it particularly creepy. Not sure what I’d put in it’s place- the rest of the list works, so I would probably remove the Raven and bump everything else up. Nicely done list, though.
BTW, you can buy a t-shirt of The Rave written in the shape of a raven through wootshirt.com.
Excellent list! The Cask of Amontillado has always been my personal favourite by Poe, so I am really happy it made it so high… very well written, great job!
I love Poe. The English Department at the University of Delaware has a Poe reading night at the Deer Park which is rumoured that that was the last place he was seen conscious before his death. I’ve also heard that he was found on the side of the road between Newark, DE and Baltimore. Its said that he cursed the Deer Park because he fell in a puddle in front of it once.
Fun stuff
I’m so glad to see an Edgar Allan Poe list, he’s my favorite author of all time. I have read a lot of his stories, and i love them so much. Some people even say i write like him.
I love Poe as much as the next person, but I’m pretty sure The Raven was only #1 because of its popularity… I personally find it to be more gripping and emotional than creepy, and that’s what the list is for, isn’t it?
Great list! I’d only heard about The Raven (from the Simpsons) and I’ve never read anything by him so far, but this list really made me curious about his work. Note to self: go to the library and pick up some Poe.
Good list! I’m glad the synopses were put down. I’ve read a few of these… but am hesitant to read a lot of classical literature (because of its passive 19th century style)without knowing what it is about first.
I think I want to read The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar!
P.S. the ones I have read were The Pit and the Pendulum and the Telltale Heart.
The Pit and the Pendulum was indeed very good. Pitch black.
For me the Raven wasn’t exactly scary (anyways, I always considered it a poem more than a story) but the rest on this list are DEFINATELY disturbing once you finish. Leaves one all paranoid and whatnot.
["Mom: Wait, what??
“Absolutely wonderful wake-up call. Time to re-visit the master definitely. Can’t believe how slow I am, I didn’t even make the connection between the nemesis of Harry Potter, Voldemort, and Poe. Which I should have.”]
Yeah… what is this connection you speak of? Enlighten me, please.