Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Comments about Edgar Allan Poe

  • Rookie 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 ...

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  • Rookie Ethan Withey (10/27/2011 12:00:00 PM)

    Edgar Allen poe wrote great poems in his day

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

    En toda la seriedad, amo su trabajo.

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

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

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

    edgar allan poe is the best poet

  • Rookie 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.

  • Rookie 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

  • Rookie 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

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

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

  • Rookie 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

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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