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Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe

Who Was the Poe Toaster? We Still Have No Idea

Edgar Allan Poe as imagined in an 1895 image by Swiss/French printmaker Félix Valloton. (Wikimedia Commons) Click for a full size image   Who Was the Poe Toaster? We Still Have No Idea By Kat Eschner In Baltimore, they’re keeping …

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A poem by Edgar Allan Poe : A Paean

    A Paean How shall the burial rite be read? The solemn song be sung ? The requiem for the loveliest dead, That ever died so young? II. Her friends are gazing on her, And on her gaudy bier, …

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A poem by Edgar Allan Poe : To M

  To M– O! I care not that my earthly lot Hath little of Earth in it, That years of love have been forgot In the fever of a minute: I heed not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than …

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A poem by Edgar Allan Poe : To M.L.S

  To M.L.S. Of all who hail thy presence as the morning- Of all to whom thine absence is the night- The blotting utterly from out high heaven The sacred sun- of all who, weeping, bless thee Hourly for hope- …

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A poem by Edgar Allan Poe : An Acrostic

  An Acrostic Elizabeth it is in vain you say Love not’ — thou sayest it in so sweet a way: In vain those words from thee or L. E. L. Zantippe’s talents had enforced so well: Ah! if that …

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A poem by Edgar Allan Poe : To

To — — Not long ago, the writer of these lines, In the mad pride of intellectuality, Maintained “the power of words”- denied that ever A thought arose within the human brain Beyond the utterance of the human tongue: And …

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A poem by Edgar Allan Poe : To F–S S. O–D

To F–S S. O–D Thou wouldst be loved?- then let thy heart From its present pathway part not! Being everything which now thou art, Be nothing which thou art not. So with the world thy gentle ways, Thy grace, thy …

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A poem by Edgar Allan Poe : To

To — The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see The wantonest singing birds, Are lips- and all thy melody Of lip-begotten words- Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined, Then desolately fall, O God! on my funereal mind Like starlight …

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A poem by Edgar Allan Poe : To F

To F– Beloved! amid the earnest woes That crowd around my earthly path- (Drear path, alas! where grows Not even one lonely rose)- My soul at least a solace hath In dreams of thee, and therein knows An Eden of …

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A poem by Edgar Allan Poe : To One Departed

To One Departed Seraph! thy memory is to me Like some enchanted far-off isle In some tumultuous sea – Some ocean vexed as it may be With storms; but where, meanwhile, Serenest skies continually Just o’er that one bright island …

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To My Mother : A poem by Edgar Allan Poe

To My Mother Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of “Mother,” Therefore by that dear name I long have …

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To Helen : A poem by Edgar Allan Poe

To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean 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, …

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