Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Edgar Allan Poe Poems

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

Of all who hail thy presence as the morning-
Of all to whom thine absence is the night-
The blotting utterly from out high heaven
The sacred sun- of all who, weeping, bless thee
Hourly for hope- for life- ah! above all,
For the resurrection of deep-buried faith
In Truth- in Virtue- in Humanity-
Of all who, on Despair's unhallowed bed
Lying down to die, have suddenly arisen

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