Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Edgar Allan Poe Poems

1. A Dream 12/31/2002
2. A Dream Within A Dream 12/31/2002
3. A Paean 3/25/2010
4. A Valentine 12/31/2002
5. Al Aaraaf 12/31/2002
6. Alone 12/31/2002
7. An Acrostic 3/25/2010
8. An Enigma 12/31/2002
9. Annabel Lee 12/31/2002
10. Bridal Ballad 12/31/2002
11. Dreamland 12/31/2002
12. Dreams 12/31/2002
13. Eldorado 12/31/2002
14. Elizabeth 12/31/2002
15. Enigma 3/25/2010
16. Epigram For Wall Street 3/25/2010
17. Eulalie 12/31/2002
18. Evening Star 12/31/2002
19. Fairy-Land 12/31/2002
20. For Annie 12/31/2002
21. Hymn 12/31/2002
22. Hymn To Aristogeiton And Harmodius 1/3/2003
23. Imitation 1/1/2004
24. Impromptu - To Kate Carol 3/25/2010
25. In The Greenest Of Our Valleys 1/1/2004
26. In Youth I Have Known One 1/1/2004
27. Israfel 12/31/2002
28. Lenore 12/31/2002
29. Romance 12/31/2002
30. Sancta Maria 1/3/2003
31. Serenade 12/31/2002
32. Song 12/31/2002
33. Sonnet- Silence 12/31/2002
34. Sonnet- To Science 12/31/2002
35. Sonnet- To Zante 12/31/2002
36. Spirits Of The Dead 12/31/2002
37. Stanzas 12/31/2002
38. Tamerlane 12/31/2002
39. The Bells 12/31/2002
40. The Bells - A Collaboration 3/26/2010
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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An Enigma

"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,
"Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.
Through all the flimsy things we see at once
As easily as through a Naples bonnet-
Trash of all trash!- how can a lady don it?
Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff-
Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it."
And, veritably, Sol is right enough.

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