Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Comments about Edgar Allan Poe

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (1/13/2016 9:13:00 AM)

    You are not wrong, who deem
    That my days have been a dream;
    Yet if hope has flown away
    In a night, or in a day,
    In a vision, or in none,
    Is it therefore the less gone?
    All that we see or seem
    Is but a dream within a dream.

    E.A.P., 'A Dream Within a Dream' (1849)

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  • Maria Mc Groddy (11/19/2015 9:17:00 AM)

    Dare I say I only learned about him originally from the TV Show The Following

  • Mereia Namatua Mereia Namatua (10/10/2015 5:10:00 PM)

    the master at heart......the words of his poems convey a whole more to the readers and i must say that he is one impressive poet

  • Epiccjv (9/8/2015 9:58:00 PM)

    I really think that Poe is one of the best poets out there. At LEAST #10 on my imaginary poet list. His poem The Raven is one of the most famous poems out there.

  • Billy Mapes Billy Mapes (5/28/2015 10:04:00 AM)

    I love his poems. i have been reading his works for years! ! !

  • Jack Sun (5/17/2015 7:29:00 PM)

    He is a Goth
    His poems are sorrow

  • Gordon Inverno Jr. (4/22/2015 10:06:00 AM)

    One of the most BRILLIANT writers of all times! !

  • Gordon Inverno Jr. (4/22/2015 10:05:00 AM)

    One of the most BRILLIANT writers of all times.

  • Gordon Inverno Jr. (4/22/2015 10:05:00 AM)

    Edgar Allan Poe is and will always be one of the most BRILLIANT writers of all times.

  • Brittany Howard (3/28/2015 9:54:00 PM)

    A talented poet who conveys perfectly the essences of love, betrayal, death and so on! Continually amazes me with his work...

Best Poem of Edgar Allan Poe

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In ...

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An Enigma

"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,
"Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.
Through all the flimsy things we see at once
As easily as through a Naples bonnet-
Trash of all trash!- how can a lady don it?
Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff-
Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it."
And, veritably, Sol is right enough.

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