Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Edgar Allan Poe Poems

1. The City Of Sin 8/10/2015
2. To Isadore 1/19/2012
3. The Village Street 1/19/2012
4. The Bells - A Collaboration 3/26/2010
5. To Marie Louise (Shew) 3/26/2010
6. Impromptu - To Kate Carol 3/25/2010
7. The Divine Right Of Kings 3/26/2010
8. To M.L.S. 12/31/2002
9. To M-- 12/31/2002
10. To -- 12/31/2002
11. To F--S S. O--D 12/31/2002
12. To F-- 12/31/2002
13. Hymn To Aristogeiton And Harmodius 1/3/2003
14. Sonnet- To Zante 12/31/2002
15. Stanzas 12/31/2002
16. To -- -- 12/31/2002
17. Israfel 12/31/2002
18. Sancta Maria 1/3/2003
19. Sonnet- To Science 12/31/2002
20. To Helen - 1848 1/1/2004
21. In Youth I Have Known One 1/1/2004
22. Song 12/31/2002
23. The Forest Reverie 1/1/2004
24. Enigma 3/25/2010
25. Tamerlane 12/31/2002
26. To -- -- --. Ulalume: A Ballad 12/31/2002
27. Epigram For Wall Street 3/25/2010
28. Hymn 12/31/2002
29. To One Departed 1/3/2003
30. To One In Paradise 12/31/2002
31. The Valley Of Unrest 12/31/2002
32. In The Greenest Of Our Valleys 1/1/2004
33. To The River -- 12/31/2002
34. An Acrostic 3/25/2010
35. Serenade 12/31/2002
36. Sonnet- Silence 12/31/2002
37. The Lake 12/31/2002
38. The Coliseum 12/31/2002
39. Romance 12/31/2002
40. The Sleeper 12/31/2002
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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The City Of Sin

LO! Death hath rear'd himself a throne
In a strange city, all alone,
Far down within the dim west —
Where the good, and the bad, and the worst, and the best,
Have gone to their eternal rest.
?
There shrines, and palaces, and towers
Are — not like any thing of ours —
Oh no! — O no! — ours never loom

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