Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe Poems
|41.||The City In The Sea||12/31/2002|
|42.||The City Of Sin||8/10/2015|
|44.||The Conqueror Worm||12/31/2002|
|45.||The Divine Right Of Kings||3/26/2010|
|46.||The Forest Reverie||1/1/2004|
|47.||The Happiest Day, The Happiest Hour||12/31/2002|
|48.||The Haunted Palace||12/31/2002|
|52.||The Valley Of Unrest||12/31/2002|
|53.||The Village Street||1/19/2012|
|55.||To -- --||12/31/2002|
|56.||To -- -- --. Ulalume: A Ballad||12/31/2002|
|58.||To F--S S. O--D||12/31/2002|
|60.||To Helen - 1848||1/1/2004|
|64.||To Marie Louise (Shew)||3/26/2010|
|65.||To My Mother||12/31/2002|
|66.||To One Departed||1/3/2003|
|67.||To One In Paradise||12/31/2002|
|68.||To The River --||12/31/2002|
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,
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