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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

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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 this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002


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  • Salim R Javed (4/15/2014 2:39:00 AM)

    Poe an excellent poet of his time and Annabel Lee no comparsion with this poem a master piece i am fan of 3 poets 1. Robert Frost 2. Edgar Allan Poe 3. Of course William shakespear

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  • Giorgio Veneto (4/5/2014 4:34:00 AM)

    A well written classic poem.

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  • Mariam Daoud (3/23/2014 12:51:00 PM)

    but we loved with a love that was more than love, AWESOME writing

  • Mariam Daoud (3/23/2014 12:49:00 PM)

    OK OBVIOUSLY @Robert Borsody and @Adam Mcelroy have no idea what this poem is about. The poem was written for his wife who died of tuberculosis. Her name was Virginia and he wrote this poem right after her death, he just didn't use her name in the poem. The chilling wind is meant as the disease and the highborn kinsmen are her rich family that took her away from the sea and buried her. He only put the adj highborn or rich b/c in the 1800 only rich families could buy their children r family member after shipping them away, even if it is just for a few hundred miles
    so yea he is dark, but if u had ur first love of ur life leave u for some other dude then the other true love die of a disease where she coughed up blood and bits and pieces of lung, wouldn't YOU be dark as well? so the hughborn kinsmen is nothing about the job he got kicked out of, it was a jab to his love's family who took her away to bury her. -_- DUH

  • Ryan Williams (3/16/2014 2:43:00 PM)

    It was a very morose poem. Edgar Allan Poe's morbid, alcoholic life led to many great stories and poems. I feel bad at the same time for him. His biological father left the family and his mother died. He was then adopted by a rich couple. The mother showed feelings for him while the father hated Poe. His soon-to-be wife slowly died in front of him. This led to the poem The Raven. He was found in clothing that was not his when he died. Because of the lack of substantial technology that we have today, his death still stumps everybody. His stories and poems are simply delightful but, as I stated before, extremely morbid.

  • Adam Mcelroy (3/11/2014 8:17:00 PM)

    It was a lovely poem but I think the author of it was pretty dark

  • Robert Borsody (3/6/2014 2:20:00 PM)

    This is a lovely poem, no question. However I have a few comments.
    Poe was certainly a countercultural rebel for his time. Kicked out of UVA (which I also attended – but they have his room set up as a memorial now so they changed their mind about him) he certainly was non-establishment. The line about the... highborn kinsmen... bearing her away from him, looks like a jab at the establishment.
    Poe married his cousin who was herself a child and so, the poem is kind of autobiographical.
    We all know that Poe was fascinated with death and morbid and macabre things. And the Poe twist comes at the end. He doesn't just lie down somewhere and dream about his dead love, he lies down in the sepulcher, in her tomb. Not just kinky but kind of stinky, especially soon after her demise while this young lass was decomposing.
    Those last four lines are what change the whole tenor of the poem and make it characteristically Poe.

  • Vizard Dhawan (2/27/2014 8:14:00 PM)

    Poe is without a doubt the best poet of
    all eternity. His use of words convey to
    use a world we can only dream of. This
    poem is full of wonder. His poems
    make you want to turn away and read
    more all at the same time.

  • M Mostaqul Haque (2/26/2014 11:25:00 PM)

    A romantic description of a classic sadness, the poem bears sordid significance of life. In a sense, the poem constrains diversity of rhyme-words with the key world sea, as plea, tree, bee and what not the poet knew better. Reminiscence of childhood, imagination of sea shores and memories of Annabel Lee are glorified artistically in the context of Nineteenth century. Rhythmical consonance catches listlessly. Poetic success of Poe in this poem is obviously perfect. M Mostaqul Haque

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