Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Edgar Allan Poe Poems

41. The City In The Sea 12/31/2002
42. The City Of Sin 8/10/2015
43. The Coliseum 12/31/2002
44. The Conqueror Worm 12/31/2002
45. The Divine Right Of Kings 3/26/2010
46. The Forest Reverie 1/1/2004
47. The Happiest Day, The Happiest Hour 12/31/2002
48. The Haunted Palace 12/31/2002
49. The Lake 12/31/2002
50. The Raven 12/31/2002
51. The Sleeper 12/31/2002
52. The Valley Of Unrest 12/31/2002
53. The Village Street 1/19/2012
54. To -- 12/31/2002
55. To -- -- 12/31/2002
56. To -- -- --. Ulalume: A Ballad 12/31/2002
57. To F-- 12/31/2002
58. To F--S S. O--D 12/31/2002
59. To Helen 12/31/2002
60. To Helen - 1848 1/1/2004
61. To Isadore 1/19/2012
62. To M-- 12/31/2002
63. To M.L.S. 12/31/2002
64. To Marie Louise (Shew) 3/26/2010
65. To My Mother 12/31/2002
66. To One Departed 1/3/2003
67. To One In Paradise 12/31/2002
68. To The River -- 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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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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