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Edgar Allan Poe ( 19. ledna 1809 Boston – 7. října 1849 Baltimore) byl americký romantický básník, prozaik, literární teoretik a esejista . Byl autorem zpravidla fantastických a mystických příběhů a zakladatelem detektivního a hororového žánru. Dokázal mistrovsky zachytit stav osoby, která příběh vypráví.
Edgar Allan Poe was born in Boston in 1809. Both of his parents were actors. His mother, the much admired Elizabeth Arnold Poe was a talented actress. His father, David Poe was considered less talented. The Poes performed at theaters throughout the Eastern seaboard, from Boston to Virginia.
Edgar Allan Poe, född 19 januari 1809 i Boston, Massachusetts, död 7 oktober 1849 i Baltimore, Maryland, var en amerikansk poet, novellist, redaktör och litteraturkritiker. Han var en förgrundsgestalt inom den senromantiska litteraturen i USA. Poe är mest känd för sina berättelser om skräck, mystik och sällsamma äventyr.
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams. Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes. Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side. Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea—.
Oct 13, 2020 · Edgar Allan Poe: Selected Tales, with The Narrative of Arthur Gordon…. A champion of America’s great writers and timeless works, Library of America guides readers in finding and exploring the exceptional writing that reflects the nation’s history and culture. From poetry, novels, and memoirs to journalism, crime writing, and science ...
Symbolismi. Edgar Allan Poe ( 19. tammikuuta 1809 Boston, Massachusetts, Yhdysvallat – 7. lokakuuta 1849 Baltimore, Maryland, Yhdysvallat) oli yhdysvaltalainen prosaisti ja runoilija. Poe on amerikkalaisen romantiikan suuria nimiä. Poe tunnetaan etenkin kauhuteemoistaan, ja hän on vaikuttanut symbolisteihin sekä ollut monen salapoliisi- ja ...
Hath-little of Earth in it—. That years of love have been forgot. In the hatred of a minute:—. I mourn not that the desolate. Are happier, sweet, than I, But that you sorrow for my fate. Who am a passer-by. This poem is in the public domain. To —— - I heed not that my earthly lot.
