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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

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  • Aychurok Nurbaeva (11/5/2011 1:31:00 AM)

    О н о д и н и з в е л и к и х п и с а т е л е й ...

    46 person liked.
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  • Ethan Withey (10/27/2011 12:00:00 PM)

    Edgar Allen poe wrote great poems in his day

  • Leas Celyn (10/4/2011 12:53:00 PM)

    En toda la seriedad, amo su trabajo.

  • Leas Celyn (10/4/2011 12:51:00 PM)

    Increible'! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

  • Trenton Cadle (9/26/2011 11:46:00 AM)

    edgar allan poe is the best poet

  • Dave Edward Stringer (7/2/2011 8:32:00 PM)

    Poe felt defeated in this life, and believed he could not rise above his own weaknesses. In THE RAVEN, Poe reveals all-the key is in the last line. Note: Poe's subconscious is in fact the true author of THE RAVEN.

  • Scott Dibble (12/1/2010 9:47:00 AM)

    Eldorado It appears to me is a vain search for Utopia. The beauty and sadness lies in the poets song.We spend our whole life searching for what may very well be in front of us.Chivalrous and sad

  • Ha Ha (7/4/2010 5:14:00 AM)

    I have a picture that's about this poet. But I don't know how to send it to you

  • Isabella Fortunato (5/29/2010 2:51:00 PM)

    This guy is one of the best poet's ever! I obsolutly love his poems.

  • Jane Van Doe (3/9/2010 2:21:00 PM)

    To Edgar - whom I love in verse
    Whose soul has met a desperate curse
    Never to know his life's own worth

    To Edgar - whom I've longed to meet
    Whose purpose left him incomplete
    Whose very hand spelled out defeat

    To Edgar - who has come to fame
    Yet while he walked - it was in shame
    A haunted life - but not in vain

    To Edgar - whose shadow falls on my floor
    Whose unseen hands tap on my door
    Whose pen shall move.... ah.... NEVERMORE

Serenade

So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
I feel it more than half a crime,
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
To mar the silence ev'n with lute.
At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes
An image of Elysium lies:
Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,
Form in the deep another seven:
Endymion nodding from above

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