Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Edgar Allan Poe Poems

1. Ulalume 11/12/2015
2. To Isadore 1/19/2012
3. The City Of Sin 8/10/2015
4. The Bells - A Collaboration 3/26/2010
5. The Village Street 1/19/2012
6. To Marie Louise (Shew) 3/26/2010
7. Impromptu - To Kate Carol 3/25/2010
8. Sonnet- To Zante 12/31/2002
9. Stanzas 12/31/2002
10. To M-- 12/31/2002
11. The Divine Right Of Kings 3/26/2010
12. To -- -- 12/31/2002
13. To M.L.S. 12/31/2002
14. To F-- 12/31/2002
15. To F--S S. O--D 12/31/2002
16. To -- 12/31/2002
17. Israfel 12/31/2002
18. Sonnet- To Science 12/31/2002
19. In Youth I Have Known One 1/1/2004
20. Epigram For Wall Street 3/25/2010
21. Hymn To Aristogeiton And Harmodius 1/3/2003
22. The Forest Reverie 1/1/2004
23. Sancta Maria 1/3/2003
24. Song 12/31/2002
25. To One Departed 1/3/2003
26. To Helen - 1848 1/1/2004
27. Hymn 12/31/2002
28. Tamerlane 12/31/2002
29. To -- -- --. Ulalume: A Ballad 12/31/2002
30. Enigma 3/25/2010
31. In The Greenest Of Our Valleys 1/1/2004
32. To The River -- 12/31/2002
33. To One In Paradise 12/31/2002
34. Sonnet- Silence 12/31/2002
35. The Valley Of Unrest 12/31/2002
36. The Coliseum 12/31/2002
37. Serenade 12/31/2002
38. An Acrostic 3/25/2010
39. The Sleeper 12/31/2002
40. The Lake 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Edgar Allan Poe

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
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,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In ...

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Lenore

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?- weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung!-
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young-
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated

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