Edgar Allan Poe (19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)
Edgar Allen Poe was an American author, poet, editor and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre, Poe was one of the earliest American practitioners of the short story and is considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre. He is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction. He was the first well-known American writer to try to earn a living through writing alone, resulting in a financially difficult life and career.
He was born Edgar Poe in Boston, Massachusetts, on January 19, 1809, the second child of actress Elizabeth Arnold Hopkins... more »
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- A Dream
- A Dream Within A Dream
- A PÆan
- A Valentine
- Al Aaraaf
- An Acrostic
- An Enigma
- Annabel Lee
- Bridal Ballad
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''Taught me my alphabet to say,Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. Romance (l. 7-8). . . Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Every...
To lisp my very earliest word,''
''Of late, eternal Condor yearsEdgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. Romance (l. 11-15). . . Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Eve...
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.''
The want of an international Copy-Right Law, by rendering it nearly impossible to obtain anything from the booksellers in the way of remuneration for literary labor, has had the effect of forcing many...Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. "Some Secrets of the Magazine Prison-House," Broadway Journal (1845). Poe's heroic crusade for the recog...
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car,Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. SonnetTo Science (l. 9-16). . . Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ...
And driven the hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Hast thou not torn the naiad from her flood,