Edgar Allan Poe

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  •     HEAR the sledges with the bells—
                Silver bells!
    What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
        How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
          In the icy air of night!
        While the stars that oversprinkle
        All the heavens seem to...

  • In the greenest of our valleys
      By good angels tenanted,
    Once a fair and stately palace—
      Radiant palace—reared its head.
    In the monarch Thought’s dominion,
      It stood there;
    Never seraph spread a pinion
      Over fabric half so fair.

    ...
  • Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
    Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,—
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
    As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
    “’T is some visitor...

  • The Skies they were ashen and sober;
        The leaves they were crispèd and sere,
        The leaves they were withering and sere;
    It was night in the lonesome October
        Of my most immemorial year;
    It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
        In the misty...

  • Thank Heaven! the crisis,—
      The danger is past,
    And the lingering illness
      Is over at last,—
    And the fever called “Living”
      Is conquered at last.

    Sadly, I know,
      I am shorn of my strength,
    And no muscle I move
      As I...

  • It was many and many a year ago,
      In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden 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...

  • Thou wast all that to me, love,
      For which my soul did pine:
    A green isle in the sea, love,
      A fountain and a shrine
    All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
      And all the flowers were mine.

    Ah, dream too bright to last!
      Ah, starry...

  • Helen, thy beauty is to me
      Like those Nicæan barks of yore,
    That gently, o’er a perfumed sea,
      The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
      To his own native shore.

    On desperate seas long wont to roam,
      Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
    Thy...

  • The skies they were ashen and sober;
        The leaves they were crispëd and sere,
        The leaves they were withering and sere;
    It was night in the lonesome October
        Of my most immemorial year;
    It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
        In the misty...

  • 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...