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Edgar Allan Poe. Edgar Allan Poe’s stature as a major figure in world literature is primarily based on his ingenious and profound short stories, poems, and critical theories, which established a highly influential rationale for the short form in both poetry and fiction. Regarded in literary histories and handbooks as the architect of the ...
Poetry by Edgar Allan Poe. While the focus of this site is Poe's short stories, I wanted to include a few of his poems because of their beauty and significance. I may include more of them in the future. If you want to browse all of Poe's poetry, there are several resources on the links page.
Edgar Allan Poe. 1809 –. 1849. 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—. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—.
By Edgar Allan Poe. From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were—I have not seen. As others saw—I could not bring. My passions from a common spring—. From the same source I have not taken. My sorrow—I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone—. And all I lov’d— I lov’d alone—.
You are not wrong, who deem. That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away. In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone ? All that we see or seem. Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar.
Spirits of the Dead. By Edgar Allan Poe. I. Thy soul shall find itself alone. ’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone—. Not one, of all the crowd, to pry. Into thine hour of secrecy. II. Be silent in that solitude,
A Dream. By Edgar Allan Poe. In visions of the dark night. I have dreamed of joy departed—. But a waking dream of life and light. Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day. To him whose eyes are cast. On things around him with a ray.
