Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Comments about Edgar Allan Poe

  • Rookie Ronald James De Langen (11/25/2011 7:53:00 PM)

    My favorite... such a sad life a great poet makes... going to read more of his stuff :)

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  • 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 ...

  • 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.

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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Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?- weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung!-
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young-
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated

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