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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

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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
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  • Wolf Pack (2/25/2014 7:21:00 AM)

    This is about giving God and his angels the royal finger.

    31 person liked.
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  • Tyson Mwanza (2/25/2014 2:44:00 AM)

    Perfect! Sometimes we just love in vain. But its fine anyway. As long as we loved with a love that's deeper than a sea.

  • Daniela Gutierrez (2/16/2014 5:49:00 PM)

    Love this poem is the most romantic I ever read I'm my life

  • Lauren Rosina (2/3/2014 2:55:00 PM)

    Though it might seem like it isn't, this poem is actully quite dark. It start's out all sweet and romantic. Then Annabel Lee get's sick and die's. And then Annabel Lee's husband blame's it on angel's jeolusy of there love. Then it's sweet again with this part, But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we-
    Of many far wiser than we-
    And neither the angels in heaven above,
    Nor the demons down under the sea,
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
    But it end's with Annabel Lee's husband sleeping next to her tomb.
    It's a perfect blend of creepy and romantic, meaning this poem is awsome.

  • Jon M. Nelson (1/26/2014 2:45:00 PM)

    I love Poe's short stories, and some of his darker poems like 'The Raven'. I think it is always great when you see a different side to writers, for you'll never know what to expect from them. Great rhythm and structure in this heartfelt tale.

  • Rob Wood (1/25/2014 8:46:00 AM)

    A celebration of adolescent love - a dream with little or no connection with any actual woman. It's as though death is worshipped. But It has a sonorous strength and draws me in, despite my 'educated' reservations.

  • Margaret Craft (1/9/2014 10:21:00 AM)

    I used to know all of this by heart. Age messes you up sometimes.

  • Wahab Abdul (12/12/2013 12:27:00 AM)

    The name Annabel Lee continues the pattern of a number of Poe's names for his dead women in that it contains the lulling but melancholy L sound. Furthermore, Annabel Lee has a peaceful, musical rhythm which reflects the overall musicality of the poem, which makes heavy use of the refrain phrases in this kingdom by the sea and of the beautiful Annabel Lee, as well as of the repetition of other words. In particular, although the poem's stanzas have a somewhat irregular length and structure, the rhyme scheme continually emphasizes the three words me, Lee, and sea, enforcing the linked nature of these concepts within the poem while giving the poem a song-like sound.

  • Barry Middleton (11/20/2013 10:40:00 AM)

    Mathias, I don't think there is anything here about necrophilia. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams means the last stanza occurs in his dreams. In dreams he can lie down beside her again. But there is more, for the loss is so painful it is as if Poe also is dead and in the tomb with her. Which is a more lyrical line after all - I lay on her grave or in her tomb? Still this is a spiritual union he speaks of - in dreams.

  • John Zwerenz (11/16/2013 4:04:00 AM)

    Edgar Allan Poe was a master poet, of both darkness and romance. This great poem refers to the loss of his young wife. Poe spent nights upon her grave, in the cold and in the rain, sobbing. His love for other people was fantastic and was matched only by his extremities in suffering. He truly lived and bled as a poet. He is buried in Baltimore, Maryland. Every year an unknown person lays a bouquet of roses and a bottle of wine upon his grave.
    ~ John Lars Zwerenz

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