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"Thank Heaven! the crisis —
The danger, is past,
And the lingering illness,
Is over at last M,
And the fever called "Living"
Is conquered at last."
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1845), U.S. poet, critic, short-story writer. For Annie, st. 1. |
""Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.""
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1845), U.S. poet, critic, short-story writer. first published in New York Evening Mirror (Jan. 29, 1845). The Raven, st. 17 (1845). |
""As for myself, I am simply Hop-Frog, the jester—and this is my last jest."... The Work of vengeance was complete."
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. "Hop-Frog," The Flag of Our Union (1849).
Humor and violence in the aesthetic of vengeance. |
"And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the
floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!"
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. The Raven (l. 102-107). . .
Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Everyman. |
"Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely—flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours."
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. Israfel (l. 40-44). . .
Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Everyman. |
"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."
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1845), U.S. poet, critic, short-story writer. first published in New York Evening Mirror (Jan. 29, 1845). The Raven, st. 1, The Raven and Other Poems (1845). |
"In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
"Whose heart-strings are a lute;"
None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfel,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell)
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of his voice, all mute."
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. Israfel (l. 1-7). . .
Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Everyman. |
""Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore.""
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. The Raven (l. 44-47). . .
Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Everyman. |
"a bolder note than this might swell
From my lyre within the sky."
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. Israfel (l. 50-51). . .
Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Everyman. |
"The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!"
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. The Sleeper (l. 37-39). . .
Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Everyman. |
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